you. – Ada smiled wryly, trying not to show too much that she was suffering.
– Girls, what happened to you? “A very young girl’s face suddenly looked out of the stagecoach window.
A frightened look of wide eyes, a slightly open mouth, an unexpectedly short haircut framing the face. Only the eyes shone with a deep blue, and the hair had already turned completely sea green.
Wow! A very strong sorceress comes from the mouth of the Struna! It directly feels close to the sea elements.
– Stop hiding, Yumi! Go out and meet your classmates. This is Mirre and Adalbjorg.
“I’m afraid…” the girl whispered and hid again.
We looked at each other, and then I left the girls and climbed into the stagecoach.
– Hello, Yumi! I'm Mirre.
– I know. “I can clearly hear what’s happening outside,” Yumi answered, for some reason again in a whisper.
– You said you were afraid. And what exactly?
In general, after the attack on Ada, I will not deny that the streets of the capital are not so safe at night, but still the station is guarded, and it is quite light here…
“I’m afraid that I won’t be able to control my magic from excitement.” “I have a lot of dope, but my control is poor,” she shared in her own way, clearly repeating someone else’s words.
I giggled.
– Didn’t they teach you to “pacify the gift” at your boarding school?
– We taught. It just didn't work out very well for me. That's what I'm worried about. When I get excited, I can’t control myself at all.
The girl sighed heavily.
– Don’t worry! “Smiling, I put my hand on her shoulder.
– Do you think it’s not worth it? – She stared at me with hope.
– I think it's useless. Worry or not, it will be difficult for all of us.
Having voiced my secret thoughts, I suddenly realized that I was right.
Until that moment, I carefully hid them even from myself. I was happy to leave the boarding school, looking forward to a new free life, but I was latently afraid that everything would not be as rosy as I had imagined. And what just happened is a clear example of this. After all, these were also those whom we would have to face at the academy. What if all the guys there are just like them?
The thought did not make me happy at all. I could only hope that there were people like my sister’s husband there. Rengold Hallward was for me the ideal man and husband, and I secretly dreamed that someday I too would find such a faithful and reliable life partner.
Uncle Alan returned with an elderly, strong woman in a healing robe. She brought with her a suitcase with drugs and rubbing substances, but did not even open it. She just stated in a hoarse bass voice, briefly examining Ada:
– Yes, two ribs are cracked! Numerous bruises, and that’s just a rough guess! And on the aura there are traces of a blow from elemental magic. No, she definitely needs to stop by the healing room for at least half an hour. We’ll fix everything, she’ll recover in three days, strictly following the recommendations, of course.
– Will you join your friend? – Uncle Alan asked hopefully.
– Certainly! Bathmore, can you take us to the healing room? – I asked, climbing back into the gig.
Uncle Alan breathed a sigh of relief and clarified the essence of his request:
“I don’t want to go away, it’s already night.” We need to keep an eye on you, you never know…
– Don’t worry, Asher Nett. We can handle it. – I winked at him in my own way.
Bathmore stopped the gig right at the healer's porch, and we helped Ada get out.
Having said goodbye to the driver, we hobbled into the healing room. Ada's damage turned out to be much more serious than we thought. As soon as she got out of the gig, she almost lost consciousness from pain and magical exhaustion. I would hardly have been able to hold her alone, but the healer helped. We set off not after the promised half hour, but only after two and a half. When the treatment was completed, I asked how much we owed. “Batmore, tell the director my sincere gratitude for the gift,” I asked. – And tell us in detail about the attackers. Maybe she can call them to order?
– Not at all! – the healer answered dryly. “The invoice will be issued to the Academy of Wind and Storms, and they, if they deem it necessary, will ask the parents for compensation.
After giving us recommendations, some bottles and powders, the healers sent us out. Yawning furtively, we wandered towards the stagecoach, already drawn by six horses. The coachman sat on the box, and Uncle Alan paced impatiently next to him.
– Finally! – he exclaimed when he saw us. – How are you feeling, Hedwin?
“Much better than when we first met,” Ada joked.
She really was now holding herself upright and breathing normally, without wincing from every breath and word.
– That's good! Get in quickly, we have to go. We are already far behind schedule.
Indeed, the time was approaching midnight, as the clock on the high tower told us. According to rumors, there were these at every Travel Bureau station. As soon as Ada and I climbed inside, the stagecoach started moving. Yumi and Hwoyana were already asleep, leaning against each other. Lisel sat apart and dozed, throwing her head back on the seat, but when she heard us, she opened her eyes and nodded slightly, congratulating her on the healing.
– Good night! – Ada muttered and immediately dozed off, exhausted from a difficult day.
And I was prevented from falling asleep so quickly by the impressions that I had more than taken in that day. I couldn’t really see anything outside the window, but a small magic lamp was burning inside, and I looked at the girls, each of whom was dressed differently. An involuntary thought flashed: “But I’m only here in a boarding school uniform, right?”
The measured shaking, the creaking of wheels, the clatter of horseshoes – all this gradually lulled me to sleep. I woke up with a jolt and realized that the stagecoach had stopped, and someone was arguing with Uncle Alan outside. Pulling back the curtain, I closed my eyes against the bright light – it turns out it was already morning! At the same moment, the stagecoach door swung open, and two more curly brown-haired girls climbed inside, who did not even try to be quiet.
– Hey, sleepyheads, sleep away your happiness! – one exclaimed, looking around us all with a perky look.
–What other happiness is there? – Ada, awakened too early, muttered in an unkind voice.
– What is this? Meeting the Dustrasse sisters, of course!
“Dubious happiness, some kind of…” Ada grumbled, looking at them with a dissatisfied look, and closed her eyes again.
And I stared at the twins… No, still at the twins with all my eyes. The girls were so similar, and yet very different. Starting from clothing, facial expressions, and ending with the manner of speaking and the smoothness of movements. Although if they wanted to do it themselves, distinguishing them from each other would become a real challenge.
All my ears were buzzing about cousins of the third or fourth water and their potential success in the magic of the firmament even in early childhood. As soon as I visited Dustrasse’s relatives, they immediately began to drag my mother’s face into the mud, until my father forbade her to take me to visit my grandparents.
I also didn’t like the pitying glances or the sympathetic sighs. And especially the moments when every relative I met tried to express condolences to my mother. As if I was not born a dummy, but completely dead, forgive the Mother of All That Is! But, perhaps, the most disgusting thing was when, sympathizing with my mother,