Sandry smiles shyly.

"Neither am I," she replies.

Even as she says it a memory floats to the surface--a braid of silk thread glowing in the darkness.

But Sandry isn't certain it is even a true memory. More likely it had been a mad waking dream. If she had magic, it would have been discovered when she was much younger.

"But the place where I live--Winding Circle Temple--there's lots of magic there."