The art of seeing

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(Isla) The path to the training grounds had become familiar over the past few weeks. I'd walked it more times than I could count. This morning, though, every step carried a different meaning. I wasn't going there to watch others train or practice ordinary skills. I was walking toward a lesson no Celestial wolf had ever recorded before. That thought should've made me nervous. Instead, it made me smile. I looked over at Caius as we walked. He hadn't said much since we left our quarters. He didn't seem to think the silence needed filling, and I was beginning to understand why. Some moments were better experienced than talked through. I drew a slow breath. Soon we'd stop walking. Soon the first lesson would begin. I wasn't trying to imagine what would happen anymore. There was no p

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