Chapter 68. Recharging

SAELYNA

‘Recharging’ our magic is like drinking a very good mead…without tasting it of course. I don’t need Cyran to pull me back this time though, but he needs me to do the same for him.

The air began to smell faintly of metal before I yanked his hands from the blue leaves. He blinked severally, breathing hard before the blue leaves his eyes. He had gone in deep. Too deep.

“Thank you,” he says after taking calming breaths.

“Don’t say.” I settle down beside him, staring at the plants that had started all of this. Their leaves dance in the light breeze, like little blue children waving at the sun. Like they were not capable of starting a war.

Cyran sighs. “I’ve never really noticed how lovely the mornings here can be.”

“Neither have I,” I note thoughtfully, “It’s the beauty behind the madness, I guess.”

“Yes…” he replies, staring at me like I’ve assumed another skin, “Yes, something like that.”

“I don’t know how to conjure flames, C