Cole helps Callista

  “I’ve heard that name too much lately,” Callista said. “I wish I could be of service, but I lost my power when I arrived here. After cultivating my gift for my entire life, I can no longer muster a simple seeming, let alone a major enchantment like a changing.”

  “I may be able to help,” Cole said, remembering what Dandalus had told him.

  “How?” Callista asked.

  “I finally found my power,” Cole said. “Give me your hand.”

  She reached out, and Cole took it. Her skin felt loose, the finger bones slender underneath.

  Cole pushed his power into her.

  Callista’s expression brightened. She let out a giggle, followed by a cackle.

  “How did you do that?” she asked. “I feel my gift as clear as day.”

  “It’s part of what I can do,” Cole said.

  Callista gazed at him. “Yes, I can sense your power now. It’s native to the echolands, isn’t it?”

  “Raw shaping,” Cole said.

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