‘Gods, yes. Thank you.’ The tingle in Solus’ scalp remained, but her mood improved. ‘What about you? You could learn a thing or two from Ryla’s lesson and use it to defend yourself. Who knows, maybe Ral would learn along with you.’

‘That’s a terrible idea.’ Kamila grunted. ‘I would get addicted to the power of the Indech form, and once Ral is born, I would feel awful. Also, do you really want to teach Lith’s son how to train from the womb?’

‘You are right and I was wrong. It’s a terrible idea.’ Solus shuddered at the thought of Raldarak making a to-do list and counting pennies in the crib.

‘It’s worse than terrible.’ Kamila sighed. ‘We already spend most of our time on a mana geyser or in the tower. Imagine if Ral uses his Indech abilities to escape, attack strangers, or grab things he shouldn’t touch.’

‘Gods, I don’t want to think about it.’ Solus dropped the argument and asked for another chocolate puff while she tried to follow Ryla’s instructions along with the official class.

Morok focused on the water element, one of his natural affinities, and outdid Garrik in perceiving and stirring the world energy. The size of the blue streak in his energy wings was stable, but it covered barely one-third of their surface.

“It’s nothing much, Little Brother.” The Tyrant said. “I’ve always been talented in water magic, and I got a brief experience doing this while fighting in Jiera by your mother’s side.”