"I'm not a knight, little brother Ollie," Heila said with a light, musical laugh as she sipped on a watered down mug of warmed cider. After spending months with Ashlynn discussing the future of their little coven, she understood what Ashlynn was hoping to see in Ollie better than anyone except, perhaps, Aunt Amahle.
In Heila's estimation, Ollie had done even better at growing into the kind of person who could endure the trial of a seed of witchcraft than she had. Of course, he had no idea that the mentoring he'd received to become a knight would help him so much with what was to come, but that hardly mattered.
