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Theirs was a friendship born of instinct. Of trials not yet shared or survived. It was the sort of thing that went soul-deep without any effort at all. The loyalty it birthed was unwavering on both sides, as sturdy as stone and as gentle as the sea.
It had snapped into place the moment he became her page sponsor, a quick and visceral response in his Gift when her hesitant hazel eyes flashed at him from a face cold and smooth like polished marble and as damnably unreadable as the will of the Gods. The feeling had caught in him, down deep at his core where the power of his magic glittered like emerald colored stars. His power danced from that pool in a rush, unbidden, flooding him with warmth and purpose.
He'd felt like an un-plucked harp string, singing with the vibrations of a neighboring strand whose song was too powerful to be contained. It was gladdening, that sudden inexplicable rush of belonging. For all of a heartbeat he thought he saw a similar power in her, a Gift that echoed his, something to explain the way his magic thrummed with recognition and why he felt like he was coming home.
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