“I’m afraid that I won’t be able to control my magic from excitement.” “I have a lot of dope, but my control is poor,” she shared in her own way, clearly repeating someone else’s words.
I giggled.
– Didn’t they teach you to “pacify the gift” at your boarding school?
– We taught. It just didn't work out very well for me. That's what I'm worried about. When I get excited, I can’t control myself at all.
The girl sighed heavily.
– Don’t worry! “Smiling, I put my hand on her shoulder.
– Do you think it’s not worth it? – She stared at me with hope.
– I think it's useless. Worry or not, it will be difficult for all of us.
Having voiced my secret thoughts, I suddenly realized that I was right.
Until that moment, I carefully hid them even from myself. I was happy to leave the boarding school, looking forward to a new free life, but I was latently afraid that everything would not be as rosy as I had imagined. And what just happened is a clear example of this. After all, these were also those whom we would have to face at the academy. What if all the guys there are just like them?
The thought did not make me happy at all. I could only hope that there were people like my sister’s husband there. Rengold Hallward was for me the ideal man and husband, and I secretly dreamed that someday I too would find such a faithful and reliable life partner.
Uncle Alan returned with an elderly, strong woman in a healing robe. She brought with her a suitcase with drugs and rubbing substances, but did not even open it. She just stated in a hoarse bass voice, briefly examining Ada:
– Yes, two ribs are cracked! Numerous bruises, and that’s just a rough guess! And on the aura there are traces of a blow from elemental magic. No, she definitely needs to stop by the healing room for at least half an hour. We’ll fix everything, she’ll recover in three days, strictly following the recommendations, of course.
– Will you join your friend? – Uncle Alan asked hopefully.
– Certainly! Bathmore, can you take us to the healing room? – I asked, climbing back into the gig.
Uncle Alan breathed a sigh of relief and clarified the essence of his request:
“I don’t want to go away, it’s already night.” We need to keep an eye on you, you never know…
– Don’t worry, Asher Nett. We can handle it. – I winked at him in my own way.
Bathmore stopped the gig right at the healer's porch, and we helped Ada get out.
Having said goodbye to the driver, we hobbled into the healing room. Ada's damage turned out to be much more serious than we thought. As soon as she got out of the gig, she almost lost consciousness from pain and magical exhaustion. I would hardly have been able to hold her alone, but the healer helped. We set off not after the promised half hour, but only after two and a half. When the treatment was completed, I asked how much we owed. “Batmore, tell the director my sincere gratitude for the gift,” I asked. – And tell us in detail about the attackers. Maybe she can call them to order?
– Not at all! – the healer answered dryly. “The invoice will be issued to the Academy of Wind and Storms, and they, if they deem it necessary, will ask the parents for compensation.
After giving us recommendations, some bottles and powders, the healers sent us out. Yawning furtively, we wandered towards the stagecoach, already drawn by six horses. The coachman sat on the box, and Uncle Alan paced impatiently next to him.
