Ciaran watched Brenna whenever he could. He noticed she rarely used her magic. He also noticed that no one else shed their blood to use their magic. The others kept their distance from Brenna, but Deagan’s troops respected her, and Ciaran would readily admit she was better with a sword than any man save perhaps Deagan himself, and even then sometimes Ciaran thought she let Deagan win.
Ciaran did his best not to think about his father, tried to concentrate on his training instead.
He needed it sooner than he thought. The day after the winter solstice, the dragonboats returned.
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