Even the hunters were less than helpful.His locating magic had failed him. It had not found Sable, and his frustration mounted with his gnawing fear.Always before, his magic had complied with his wishes, and sometimes uniquely so. The soap-bubble magic was the result of a wish. It had surprised him when it formed the first time, a guardian made of Air and Water. After it shivered to life, it had appeared to his eyes as fragile as a bubble. But another mage moved through the invisible surface, and it burst without leaving a trace of magic.Now the magic refused to follow his will, no matter how strong his desire to find Sable. He formed the need, sent a tendril of Air to search for her signature, and as always since the day Justus had lost Sable to Tiarra, the magic curled in confused spirals, then dispersed without seeking the one he wanted.With the last snarky laugh of an electronic villain, Bert grumbled and turned from the game console. “So Wesley took Sable. Amazing, since he’s kind of a social fruitfly.
