"This is more important! I need to awaken my magic, and I need to awaken it now!"
Violet's voice echoed sharply through the small chamber, her hands clenched into frustrated fists at her sides. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her face flushed from a mixture of urgency and desperation. Her long curls bounced with every movement, wild and unbrushed, as if she hadn't bothered to groom herself before rushing here. Her boots were muddied from the rain-drenched courtyard, leaving damp imprints on Uva's pristine stone floors. But despite the heated declaration, Uva said nothing. She had already begun to inch toward the door.
Uva's movements were deliberate. Her pale blue robe—an oversized garment stained with potion spills and ash from her previous spell—rustled softly as she moved, the hem trailing behind her across the uneven stone tiles. Her fingers grasped the iron handle of the thick wooden door, her knuckles tense with restrained emotion.
