I want to protest, to insist that I'm fine, but the truth is, I'm grateful for the suggestion. My legs feel like jelly, and the idea of sitting down is appealing.
Very appealing.
I want to sit down.
Right now.
Magister Orion agrees, leading us to the familiar sitting area nearby. As I sink into a plush armchair, relief washes over me. I hadn't realized just how much effort it was taking to remain upright.
"Now," Magister Orion says, settling into his own chair, "let's discuss what happened during your practice session. I'd like to hear about your experience accessing your magic for the first time."
My thoughts are jumbled now that the moment's arrived. How do I even describe the rush of power, the vivid memories, the feeling of connection to something greater than myself?