So, every species had something carved into them, something stamped into their very marrow. An innate skill. An element. A quirk of nature that separated them from the rest of creation. That was their inheritance, their signature.
But still—
"Doesn't that make my words true though?" I tilted my head, my brows arching, studying her like a puzzle I couldn't quite fit together. "You were born with the illusion ability. You perfected it over time, sure. But it's still something you were born from. It's not like you clawed it out of nothing."
"Hah!" Wannre's sigh rolled out sharp as a blade dragged over stone. She shook her head with a little flick of annoyance, but also… resignation.
