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The act of drinking of the worldy waters is the most basic cantrip in <span class="mu-s">hydromancy</span>. A child born with the talent to draw upon the waters will daydream of conjuring great tidal waves, of changing the current of the stream, of propelling their fishing boats without an oar, or even something as simply as splashing their friends in the heat of summer. You would know more than most. You left your dark history with the venerable art of hydromancy behind you over a decade ago, but the shadow of girlish flights of fancy yet linger to this day in the hidden corners of your memory.
<span class="mu-i">A twelve year old girl with hair the color of the sky in summer struck a fanciful and heroic pose, her twin ponytails billowing in the wind.</span>
<span class="mu-i">About her neck she wore her favorite blanket, tied into a child's imitation of a great magician's cloak. The dress she wore beneath it was rather ordinary, if cleaner than most village clothes. Woven of burlap fabric bleached free from any stains, she washed it daily upon the orders of her teacher, as practice of her talents with water. Her eyes shone bright and golden, and her pupils had the shape of raindrops rather than ordinary circles.</span>
<span class="mu-i">Behind her, a boy her age dressed in rough and undyed burlap, blonde, battered, and bruised. In front of her, the older boys who made a sport of beating him up. Soaked through from the sudden splash of water the girl had thrown to make them stop.</span>
<span class="mu-i">"Rain outlines your fate, evil doers!" the girl declared. "Its heavy torrent shall wash away your villainy in a flood of justice, and cleanse the land of sin. This is the prediction of I,</span> Mona the Magnificent<span class="mu-i">, the magician who shall one day stand at the pinnacle of hydromancy, and sit among the Magecrest! <span class="mu-s">So mote it be!</span>"</span>
<span class="mu-i">With one of the simplest cantrips a magician could learn, the girl brought a hand up to her face as if holding back some incredible power... and made her eye flash for an instant with the violet depths of the abyssal waters beneath the world. The boys simply stared on in disbelief. Disbelief that they had come across such a powerful young magician, the girl assumed. At least, until they spoke, and shattered her fantasies.</span>
<span class="mu-i">"It's the weird girl."</span>
<span class="mu-i">"Why's the weird girl standing up for Bran, of all people?"</span>
<span class="mu-i">"Eh, she looks like she'll fall over in a stiff breeze, let's just-"</span>
<span class="mu-i">"No, she's old man Cullen's apprentice! I don't wanna be turned into a newt."</span>
<span class="mu-i">"You don't believe he can really do that, do you?"</span>
<span class="mu-i">"I swear, I saw him turn a wolf into a cow!"</span>
<span class="mu-i">"You're lucky this time Bran! Next time don't hide behind the weird girl."</span>
You can see the memory of that day, the piece of your dark history, from drinking of the worldly waters. For they carry memories both precious and embarrassing, and your first meeting with your oldest friend most certainly counts as both. From this foundation, of drinking the waters and stepping into memory, can you truly see.
