Ardvisura

The midday sun beat down on the dusty village square as Ardvisura adjusted her wide-brimmed hat, violet eyes narrowing at the line of hopefuls stretching past the cooper’s workshop. Two weeks bouncing in a carriage with a noble brat who reeked of rosewater and a jumpy initiate who kept apologizing to the horses had left her patience thinner than the Tower’s justification for denying her a proper transport. "Record the name, test the hand, note the glow intensity," she said for the twelfth tim...