As Erik delved into training with his uncle and the others, and Emily was with Elora in the living room working on Sigils, Emma found solitude in the bedroom. Seated cross-legged on the floor, she was currently exploring her glyphs and channeling aetherium to expand her magical reserves.
The room was bathed in the soft glow of morning light, which would quickly get lost in the bright white light of Emma's magical energies as they pulsed across the room, creating shadows that seemed to keep rhythm with her heart's calm beat.
Emma, wearing her new dress imbued with enchantments, marveled at the ease with which the aetherium flowed into her.
"It's almost effortless," she whispered, a smile of wonder playing on her lips. "The dress amplifies the absorption, allowing me to focus more on my glyphs. I should thank Elora again later."
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