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“What is tonight’s lesson?”
“Scrying.”
Saeran's head thudded to the table again.
“You wanted to learn,” she reminded him.
“Can you not teach me something else?”
“Hearing the wind tell you there is an army at your door will not help you if you cannot see how big the army is. Why must you continue to fight me on this?”
“Because it amuses me to see your brow pucker every time I do.”
Nia set the scrying bowl in front of him hard enough to splash water into his lap. “It is easy to listen to what is already there. To conjure something from nothing takes focus, strength of will. You must want something enough to will it into a vision.” Raising a pert eyebrow at him, she asked, “Is there nothing you want, my king, now that you have everything?”
Saeran gazed at her so long her good humor waned and her face grew warm. Without a word, he lowered his head to stare deep into the bowl.
--- Excerpt from The Royal Wizard (Dawn of Ragnarok, book 1) by Alianne Donnelly
--- Character art generated with Midjourney