Ju’s POV
Ju closed her eyes, inhaling deeply as the familiar tingle spread through her fingertips. Whenever she recited a pishogue, a soft hum seemed to vibrate beneath her skin. It was like standing near a waterfall, feeling the faint tremors in the air just before the cascade hit the rocks. That was how it always felt when she performed her magic. Steady and good. Each incantation carried a warmth within it, a sense of purpose tied to the magic she wielded. It was never meant to harm but to help, to heal, to guide. As a mage, her connection to magic was different from witches.
Mages, after all, worked with the world’s natural flow, never against it.
Each time she summoned any one of the former king’s mage’s incantations, there was a warmth that spread from her hands, travelling th
