Grace of a Wolf (by Lenaleia) novel Chapter 154

154 Grace: Arcana (1)

Lyre waits until I’m calm again, her chin still resting in her palm as she watches me.

“I don’t get it,” I finally admit, scrubbing my hands over my face again. It’s not that I’m trying to hide, but just… the pressure and darkness helps me feel a little better. A little less dizzy and lost with the information thrown at me.

Anchors. Divinity. Gods. Fate…

“What don’t you get?”

“Everything. I understand what you’re saying, it just… doesn’t feel real. Like Lyre’s making up a story.

“Hmm.” Her fingers tap against the table again. “Well, it’s understandable. You’ll come to know more with time, but it’s against us at the moment. More importantly, Grace, there are things you need to do, now that Chaos has opened your door.”

Somehow, I know I’m not going to like whatever she has to say.

“What things?”

“Well: Cool fingers touch the back of my hands, and I pull them away from my face to blink at the rainbow–haired woman in front of me. Lyre smiles faintly. “First, you need to learn to harness your power. I hear you can see arcana now?”

I nod.

“It’s a bit fast, but I suppose I should thank Chaos for this gift, at least. Can you see it at will? Or only when you’re in the middle of your…” Her index finger swirls in the air. “… shenanigans?”

I blush.

“Only when I touch Caine. They look like golden threads.”

“Hmm. Interesting. You’re all out of order.” Again with the tapping as she frowns. “Can you touch it? Manipulate it? Stop the flow?”

I shake my head. “Not exactly. I can touch it sometimes. I can’t really… stop it. I tried to squeeze it, and it worked a little. We just won’t tell her about the whole

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154 Grace: Aroana (1)

strangling–my–boyfriend’s–dick thing.

Some embarrassment just never needs to see the light of day.

“How does it feel when you touch it?”

I tilt my head a little, thinking back. “Warm. Almost like a wiggling rope and water at the same time, but sometimes I can’t feel it at all-”

“Hmm.” Her finger drums at the table again. “It sounds like your perception and expression are on different planes.”

I stare at her blankly.

She sighs. “You see arcana as a thread, but it’s more than squiggly golden lines in the air. It’s part of the air you breathe. Part of the blood running through your body. It’s in every inch of your skin. Everything in this world is made of arcana. If you want to control it, you need to manipulate it from its basest form. Don’t think of it as water, or air, or even a rock. Base arcana is most similar to a gas.” She makes a fist with a wry smile. “No matter how much you try to hold onto it, it will always escape your grip.”

Okay. This makes some sense. I nod. “So how do I control it, then?”

“Give it purpose. Arcana exists everywhere. Either disperse the density of it, or absorb more. Give it roads and direction, and it will follow your will. If you know where it’s coming from, it’s easy to divert as necessary. What you consider pushing or pulling now is like taking a sledgehammer to a popsicle stick.”

Lyre holds out both hands. “When I’m pulling arcana, I’m not yanking it out of its proper existence. It comes to me on my order. I absorb it, and therefore it’s mine.” Slowly, a faint, fuzzy ball of golden light appears in her hand. “Try to call it to you. It should be easier, since I’ve already corralled it.”

I hold out my hands, palms facing upward, the awkwardness making my fingers tremble slightly. The ball of golden light hovers between Lyre’s hands, pulsing gently like a miniature sun. I squint at it, trying to see beyond what my eyes show me.

Nothing.

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