I froze. I-I didn’t know what to do.” Arlon tilts his head as he looks down at me. “What do you mean? You commanded him to stop.” “I’d forgotten all about my spells,” I admit, though my hand goes to them now. “I was wanting for my bow. Just wanted it to stop. When I said it, the spell just... went off.” Arlon’s hand pauses in my hair. “Curious,” he says. “It’s a rare wizard that can release a spell without it in hand. Was it touching your chest under your shirt?”
