Full name: Itachar Emery
Powers: not awakened yet
Sweet and bubbly, Emery loves playing with her cat Fluff, listening to music, and escaping into imaginary worlds with a good book.
She’s the only of her immediate family and relatives to have been born with magic.
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They’d known from birth that she’d be special.
Aside from the bright silver of her eyes, she showed signs. Handmade concoctions that bubbled and stained her clothes. Objects that knocked over when she shouldn’t have been able to reach them.
In the first week of Levechim, Emery bounced home from school, anticipating the end of school and the coming summer. Prelim schooling wasn’t terrible…but she knew better things were on the horizon.
She fumbled her key into the door, then pushed it open. “I’m home!”
“I’m in here,” her mother called back.
Emery followed the woman’s voice to the dining room, where Nishash sat at the table.
“I have something for you.” She held out a letter.
Emery blinked, then rushed forward to take it.
To the guardians of the household:
It has come to our attention in our yearly scrying that you are caring for an Iris-born child who will be at the age of eleven by the start of our next term. They are cordially invited to begin attending the House of the Scroll. If you wish to accept this invitation, kindly respond no later than the fifteenth of Levechim. We will send you any and all necessary information no later than the first of Callachème.
If you so choose, we look forward to your child joining our community.
Thank you,
Demille Thorncrown
Headmistress of the House of the Scroll
“Should we tell them yes?” Nishash teased.
Emery grinned. “Can we go shopping for stuff this weekend?!”
Nishash laughed. “Let’s figure out exactly what you need to get first, ochohuke.”
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