A small and soft ripple of air flowed from Sonder’s hands, bending the grass and plants in a circle around her, forcing loose rocks and pebbles to skitter backward, kicking up little clouds of dust that drifted lazily in the wind.
It wasn’t much, but it was something.
They’d been on the road again for days now, covering miles of rugged trails and winding paths. The landscape was changing slowly, the wild, untamed forests giving way to patches of farmland and the occasional distant house.
Civilization was creeping back into their journey, and with it came the sounds of daily life—shouts of farmers, the bleating and mooing of goats and cows, the shrill laughter of children echoing across golden fields of wheat and barley.
“Not bad at all,” Vell said, his tone encouraging. “It’ll take some practice to build control, but you’ve got the right idea. Sometimes it helps to shout. Give it an ‘Ah!’ or a ‘Kah!’ or something like that. The pulse is flexible; it can be strong or just a gentle reminder to keep a distance. It’s all about how much energy you put into it.”
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She felt excited, realizing she’d managed to send out that ripple her first time, but also very weary. The more mana she let out, the more tired she became, but it didn’t seem like the tiredness sleep could fix.
“So, I can use this without hurting anyone?” Sonder asked again to make sure.
“Don’t you trust me? You wound me,” Vell said, faining hurt and putting his hands where his heart was. “A small pulse like that will nudge anything or anyone close to you away. They might feel like they’ve walked into a strong breeze or been given a little push. Nothing more.”
Sonder thought about it.
“Could it stop an attack?” she asked.
It can,” he replied with a slow nod. “With enough practice and the right timing, a pulse could throw off the trajectory of an arrow, knock a weapon out of someone’s hand, or even halt a charging creature ten times your size. And with enough skill, you could send a stronger pulse at a wider angle, giving yourself space when you need it.”
This was something real, much more tangible than elements or eating light, or the word magic that Vell used—something she could actually master with time and effort. “I’ll practice it, then. I’ll keep working until I get it right,” she said firmly.
Vell’s face softened. “How about this…” he began. “Tomorrow, I’ll show you how to add more layers of complexity to it.”