Fova’s hand shot into the air, fingers wiggling. Before the songmistress could call on her, she said in a rush, “Using the wrong tone can harm both the element and the singer, having grave consequences for one and all.”
Elamie nodded once. “Precisely. Iasrees have a gift, but not a gift free of cost. Not a gift that can be used without learning and application. It is not sufficient to have been bitten by a sresree to master the elements.”
Lelo clenched her fists in her lap. That, that was what Elamie had said? The same thing she said at least ten times per class, every class? “About time you teach us mastery, then,” Lelo muttered under her breath.
