Chapter 13

Aria let out a giggle as I turned to her, surprise still coloring my face.

“You can just make fresh water?” I looked down at the waterskin, then at her again.

“Yep! It’s a little tiring, but I thought it would be faster than boiling water.” She gave a happy shrug as I capped the waterskin, looking down at it then back at her.

“That alone…” I whistled. “That alone could save a town. Or create a town. Anywhere. No wells required.” I struggled at the implications that people existed that could create water. Sure, the priests told of Pact Mages raining down destruction for transgressions against the Trinity. Making water though. That was the kind of practical magic that the church should advertise.

Instead of being excited, she avoided my gaze, a cautious frown across her brow. I thought better of it and let the topic drop. There was a moment of silence between the two of us, but she was the first to speak.