**Psychic Paper**
(Written in the Queen's French) **This journal is the ride right before they reached the school and got into a fight.**
Well—another day and night I’m thankful for eased pain and meditative sleep.
We traded the comfort of the Cindy for sweet Lady Peyetier—impressively fast, yet utterly cold. Xhoya gave me another of her famous baffled looks, the kind I’ve grown quite fond of, as I couldn’t help gushing over our lovely new beetle companion. I told her once that I’d speak to Peyetier the next time we met, and I kept my promise. It’s rather endearing how fond Peyetier is of Xhoya—she practically hums with pride when Xhoya’s near. After a brief warning to hold on tight, Ildris secured our gear, strapped us in, and off we went. The wind rushed past as Peyetier’s buggy legs clung effortlessly to the sheer mountainside. Watching her climb felt like riding inside a heartbeat—steady, strong, and thrilling. I really should ask Xhoya what Peyetier’s favorite snack is. A creature that noble deserves proper tribute.
Our original plan to head straight to the Ash Site took an unexpected turn… toward a college of destructive magics. What could possibly go wrong, right? Still, if it helps Ildris understand Gidget’s discovery about the poison and tainted magic hidden within every new can, then it’s worth the detour. And truthfully, it made sense for safety’s sake; this route takes us further from the sort of people we’d rather not encounter. Poor, inquisitive Gidget nearly froze her fingers off in the name of knowledge. I was almost a potted plant before my time, and Lux somehow managed to gain more controlled power. All this from experimenting with how much magic we allowed a single canister to exude.
I can only imagine the things brilliant Ildris will uncover next.
For now, I’ll hunker down and enjoy watching the curious minds around me fiddle with their dangerous toys. Reminds me of watching my brother... and Echo’s brand of helpful indifference is—oddly endearing. It makes for great entertainment while I rest and prepare to make tomorrow our bitch.
Chilicerea, here we come.