Zephan;
I take a deep breath as I try to focus on my magic. I haven't trained or used it in so long, it's easy to forget that there's a bit of magic in me.
It's nothing serious though. Not as strong as Aunt Selthía's magic, and definitely insignificant in front of witches and warlocks.
Nagari could only get a bit of what I call.. lazy magic… it'll be foolish to think such petty magic could ever stand against the real masters of magic.
However, right now… I need my magic. First to silence my chaotic mind, and second, to see if Elián is pregnant.
I keep denying it. I keep… behaving like it's not true but I know the chances are high.
Enough of the back and forth. I should get a personal confirmation that he's pregnant. I can't wait for Zerana to come confirm that.
I let out another breath with my eyes closed as I feel my magic weave and blend around me, but it's difficult to concentrate when my mind keeps running back to the boy like wolves circling a fire.
