In The Warmth of Library (I)

Sera nodded, though she wasn't sure if Lucian could see her with her eyes closed. She did as he asked, focusing on the warmth of his magic. It was like a gentle wave, washing over her, calming her nerves.

The urge of asking him - why his magic felt warm - was strong. Yet, she held herself back.

She let herself sink into the feeling, allowing it to fill her senses.

Then, she tried to shift her focus. She imagined the warmth coming from the stone instead of him.

At first, nothing happened. The stone remained cool and lifeless in her hand. But she didn't give up. She concentrated harder, willing the stone to respond to her.

Minutes passed, and she began to doubt herself. Maybe she wasn't doing it right. Maybe the stone didn't want to connect with her.

But just as she was about to give up, she felt something. It was faint at first, just a tiny flicker of energy. But then it grew stronger, until it matched the warmth of his magic.