She placed her hands flat on the podium, and she waited for Emira. The mage looked at them in turn and nodded grimly. “Right. Give me a moment.” One of the local lads rushed forward, and in a moment, Emira was wearing the gear of a catcher at a baseball game. “Let’s do this.” Teebie laughed. It was quite the beginning to the ceremony. The rest of the questions and answers were standard, but she was still grinning when her magic was drained and it swirled in the middle to be met by Andor’s. Their families watched as the power blended and flowed back into them. Teebie felt the fire as it coursed through her veins, but it wasn’t until Emira said the words to seal the balance that the release of energy happened. A cascade of blue fire left Teebie’s body and knocked Emira over. The rest of the guests were just below the level of the wave.
