The air shifts, crackling around Ciri's hands, hot and thick not with the desert sun and sand but something else.
The magic hums -- a feeling, not a sound -- a buzz that charges the space between them. It sings through Ciri's blood and crawls through her marrow, and it fills her veins with liquid light. The luminescent glow of it reaches her eyes, wide with shock and terror.
And she panics. She doesn't know how to shut the faucet back off. ]
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The air shifts, crackling around Ciri's hands, hot and thick not with the desert sun and sand but something else.
The magic hums -- a feeling, not a sound -- a buzz that charges the space between them. It sings through Ciri's blood and crawls through her marrow, and it fills her veins with liquid light. The luminescent glow of it reaches her eyes, wide with shock and terror.
And she panics. She doesn't know how to shut the faucet back off. ]