Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 155: Grace: Arcana (II)

"It’s... moving," I say, surprised. "I can feel it traveling up my arms."

"Good," Lyre says. "That’s the arcana being absorbed. Can you see its path?"

I concentrate harder, focusing on the sensation rather than trying to visualize anything. And then—

"Oh!"

There it is. Not golden threads this time, but something more like... streams? Veins filled with liquid light pulsing up from my palms, branching through my arms. They’re not as distinct as what I saw with Caine, more like impressions of light beneath my skin.

Wait. I can see my arms. They’re definitely my arms; I know it down to the marrow in my bones. But it doesn’t look like my arms. If anything, it’s similar to the faint outline of light when I’d "seen" our hands last night...

"I can see it," I breathe. "Not like before. It’s faint. But it looks like little rivers under my skin."

"That’s because you’re absorbing it directly. What you saw with Caine was arcana in transit—energy moving between bodies, through structured channels. This is arcana becoming part of you."

If only I could really understand what Lyre’s saying. Again, it isn’t as if the words are foreign, but the concept seems beyond what I can truly wrap my mind around.

The light spreads further, tiny rivulets reaching my elbows, my biceps, creeping toward my shoulders. It feels... good. Like a shot of caffeine without the jitters, or the satisfaction of stretching after sitting too long. My body hums with it.

"This feels different than with Caine," I say, my eyes still closed, tracking the progress of the light.

"I imagine it would." There’s a smirk in her voice. "Arcana expression varies widely based on the source and the... circumstances."

My cheeks heat again. "That’s not what I meant."

absorbing is what I’ve already refined. What flows between you and Caine is wild, coming straight from your source. Both are

feel it spreading outward from my sternum, little branches of warmth extending between my ribs. It feels like my entire torso is filling with gentle

I murmur. "Is it supposed to spread this

lasts a beat

"Lyre?"

"Open your eyes, Grace."

influx of normal light. The ball above my palms has shrunk to half its original size,

I

tone suggests something unexpected is happening. "You’re absorbing it much faster than you should be able to. Most beginners take hours to

look down at the diminished ball of

tilts her head, studying me with those unnerving slitted eyes.

it makes me uncomfortable, like I’ve been caught doing something shameful. "I’m

never mind." She gestures toward my hands.

and this time, instead of just observing, I find myself wanting to

flowing into my palms like water down a drain. Ten seconds, and it’s

"Impressive," Lyre says.

me feel jittery, powerful. I flex my fingers, half expecting sparks

what? Do I... do something with

will disperse on

and rubs my head, like I’m a cat.

from the crown of

back, my exasperation cutting through the pleasant

eyes studying me with