Gale had pulled you away in hopes of providing you with the sweetest sampling of the Weave. The air was electrified by the excitement coursing through both of your forms. However, your limbs proved to be too awkward for the motions while the incantation twists your tongue. You have failed the magic lesson and, in turn, Gale.

“No, I’m sorry, but it looks like magic’s not in the cards tonight. Perhaps I’m not quite the teacher I fancy myself to be.” Gale states, each word dripping with disappointment. Each syllable forcing a pang to strike at your heart.

Since that evening, you have avoided Gale at all costs. You hoped that the distance would ease the torrent of negative emotions that plagued you, but it did not. You decided that relief would only come if you finally succeed in calling upon the Weave.

You wait until a calm moment descends upon the camp before sneaking into Gale’s tent. Grabbing the first tome you see, you set off to a secluded location to undertake the daunting task.

“Sneaking away for some late night magic lessons? And with one of my books, no less.” An amused voice chimes from behind.