Velthia Town.
The Orphanage.
It was a day the orphanage had been waiting for months.
The midday sun bathed the courtyard in a warm, golden glow, illuminating the freshly swept grounds and the excited faces of the children pressing their noses against the windows of the main hall.
Inside, the atmosphere was thick with anticipation.
Shaela sat in the center of a makeshift Conduction Circle drawn on the polished wooden floor. She had grown a lot in just a year.
The awkwardness of adolescence had blossomed into a striking beauty, her blue hair cascading down her back like a waterfall, though her eyes held a quiet maturity that spoke of many hardships.
"Relax your shoulders, child," the Senior Resonator said softly. She was a kindly woman with graying hair, hired specifically by the current manager of the Legacy Emporium. "The more you tense up, the more painful the resonance will be."
