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Rain pattered rhythmically against the window. Thalassa savored a steaming mug of herbal tea, Gale’s arm draped over her as he studied some esoteric tome.
“Mum, dad, look! I can bring the thunderstorm inside!”
Two heads snapped up, one in anxiety and one in eager interest.
“Watch,” their daughter instructed. She extended her arms and shaped a perfect sphere filled with sparking lightning.
“Very nice. Where did you learn that?” Gale asked.
Myrra let the spell fizzle. “I just thought hard and it happened.”
Gale’s conflicted expression amused Thalassa. He hadn’t expected his child would be a sorcerer.