Arkine smiled as she stretched her arms out, fingers locked together and palms facing outwards. “Ah, I suppose you’re right. In a duel of magic, though, I wouldn’t stand a chance.”

Between the two of them, Gisela had always been the gifted one. Arkine was by no means an idiot, but learning had never been as natural or as easy for her as it was for her sister. This, combined with her studious personality, made Gisela a brilliant mage. Arkine often wondered if the strange tattoo on her sister’s neck and shoulder had anything to do with her magical aptitude, though she had no evidence to prove it either way.

She tapped her sister’s hand lightly. “After Hulrun’s speech, do you want to get some food? I think I can feel my stomach rumbling.”