Kael
Veylan moved my water outside the circle.
I watched him do it.
"Expecting me to spill it?"
"Expecting you to want it afterward."
The fourth morning of the new month had given us a clear practice ground, a keeper with a measuring cord, and a technique whose name had done nothing to improve the approval process.
Gravity Coffin.
Nihil had called it that while guiding me through the formation over the last few days. Veylan had read the description, looked at my current clearance and asked whether the coffin was intended for the caster.
I had not enjoyed how reasonable the question sounded.
Now ten meters of cord stretched from my marked position to the edge of the cleared ground.
The keeper checked the boundary twice.
Nobody would stand inside it for the first attempt.
Three weighted plates hung from simple spring arms at different distances. A fourth stood beyond the outer mark. Their movement would show where the added pressure reached.
