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238 Ava: A History of Magic

"That makes sense. Finished with my vegetables-all crunchy and drowning in garlic, which. seems to be a favorite Fac flavor-I attack the first steak on my plate. It looks similar to chicken, and has some sort of thick layer of cheese melted over it.

Once it enters my mouth, I have to bite back a groan.

Delicious.

Everything I eat here is good. I need to ask Magister Orion about learning how to create food. out of nowhere, but I'm too busy shoveling the food in my mouth to ask something so practical. Besides, I'm not able to replicate the magic anyway.

Later.

I'm definitely going to learn it later.

It would really come in handy.

"When we introduce ourselves, we rarely include our family names. It is always our full name and title, if we have one. You humans have both names as your identity, and so we often use them. If it bothers you, I can always call you by your short name."

"It doesn't bother me at all, I assure him, stabbing into another bite. "If you use titles, I should probably mention that Vanessa is a Healer in the Westwood Pack." But I can't remember her last

name.

What's her last name? Shit, I'm a terrible person. I'm pretty sure she introduced herself with her full name when we first met. Then again, I was pretty out of it.

Still.

I should know this.

my manners. May I ask your full name?" Vanessa straightens in

else with that name, but

Thorn. You've

She must be his sister. Maybe

feels like ages now, and I didn't even know

people and learn more about them, and I failed with

to a friend and ask them a thousand questions about their family life and histories? Such things

it's no surprise she doesn't talk

didn't even know she was mated to Vester for ages. They don't show off their mating bond much in public,

deeply, but their relationship is very different from many mated couples. Then again, as I think has been established several times now, Blackwood is pretty

Healer Vanessa Thorn. And you, sir?" He turns

gruff

not one for unnecessary words. Especially when he's on duty-which, right now, is literally every hour

that I properly introduce myself as well. He stands, his massive frame seeming to fill the entire room. "I am Magister Orion, Grand Sorceror of Human

I'm holding clatters to my plate. Grand Sorcerer? I knew Magister Orion was important, but this sounds like a lot more than just some old man with an enthusiasm for human magic. It sounds

heard of many terms now-magician, witch, wizards. Now

with an intimidating-sounding rank. "Sorcerers are Fae who have also manifested as a wizard. Also known as witches, or magicians. Over thousands of years, many names have come about for humans with magic. Illusionist, arcanist, shaman. While every school of magic focused and taught in different specialties,

magic, then?" Vanessa's forgotten all about her food, leaning over the table as

are tied to their magic from birth. We are attuned to the world around us. To nature. To the air we breathe. We cannot create from nothing, but we can encourage or manipulate what already exists. Fae cannot

nothing, then how did you make this food appear?" Marcus interjects, also drawn into the educational

my mouth, grateful for them both for asking the questions my sluggish brain can't

eyelids threaten to droop and leave me asleep

A History

struggle

that is why I am the Grand Sorcerer," Magister Orion says with a smile. "I have manifested. human magic. It isn't impossible for Fae, as we already have a core of magic within us. But it is incredibly rare. There are those who believe

A teacher of magic. As a Grand Sorcerer, I am the bridge between the human and Fae worlds for magical affairs. As Magister, I am the bridge between humans and their magic." Then he laughs, a big, booming sound that startles me so