She had gotten forgetful and used her power to cool her drink. Her
mother noticed how she frosted her mug and her sharp reprimand stung
Helen's feelings. “Don't use magic like a cheap parlor trick,
Helen. You are a Lady, act respectable.”
She slipped out of
her room that night and glared at the stars with teary eyes. She ran
down to the Plaza
of Melandru, climbing
on the vacant towers cast in moonlight. “Why would you give me
powers if I'm not supposed to use them?!” She shouted to the silent
Gods. “It isn't fair!”
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