“Why not? Because it’s secret?” “No, because there are no words for it. It is magic, Ryoka Griffin. Magic. It is something you understand in here, not here.” She flew over and tapped Ryoka’s chest, then flew up and tapped her head. Ryoka nodded slowly. “Instinct? I have to get a feel for it, that’s what you’re saying. Then if I keep practicing—” “No.” Ivolethe sighed. She rubbed at her face, frowning hard. She shook her head. “It is not instinct. You cannot learn this by practicing.” “But you said—” “It is grace, mortal. Grace and naught else. Grace and wonder. A moment. It is
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