“What have you done to me?”
Caroline lifted her gaze from the paperwork on her desk to meet Sasha’s eyes, “What have I done to you?”
“My magic, it’s different. What have you done?” Sasha folded her arms in front of her chest, frowning at the old woman.
“You should’ve asked that question moons ago, when you were in Sharlayan.”
“You said my magic would be back to normal three moons--It has been over six and I can hardly stabilize it enough to cast a spell, let alone summon a familiar. So I ask you again, what have you done?”
The corner of Caroline’s lips curled into an amused smirk, “Your magic feels more powerful, does it not? The fact you can’t control or channel it properly isn’t my fault.”
“What’s the point of weaving powerful spells if I have no control of them in the first place?”
“Ran out of things to complain about, have you?” The old woman shook her head as her eyes returned to her work, “You were perfectly fine in yesterday’s attack, in fact, from what I heard, you did much better than the rest of the group.”
“I swear to the gods, Caroline-”
“What?” She interrupted, “Is that not what you wanted? If you want to completely block your aetherial channels so you can never weave magic again, I’ll gladly do that, too. Is that what you want now?”
Sasha shifted on her feet, her voice weakening slightly, “No, but-”
“Then keep practicing. Next time you step into my office I want news on your improvement or a complaint about something worth my time.”
Sasha barely opened her lips to protest before the old woman struck another blow,
“Scram my dear, I have better things to do than being nagged at by a petulant child.”
