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Rainbow Snippet for 12-15-2018

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Switching gears a bit to two of my favorite characters from the Academy of the Accord series. (Okay, yes, they’re all my favorites, but Yhon and Bry – especially Bry – hold a special place all their own.)

Yhonshel is a Tuanae, both wizard and warder. He is a captain, one of the three seconds in command at the garrison of the academy, and he is also a Master wizard and one of the three deputy headmasters at the academy. He’s quiet and gentle and soft-spoken but I truly don’t recommend ever making him truly angry.

Brythel is one of the cadets. He is timid and nervous and very unsure of himself. (One of the reasons I love Bry is that he probably grew and changed more than any other character I’ve ever written.)

The students were introduced to Yhonshel on their tour of the castle and he invited any of them who were interested in music to come find him during free time. Bry has taken him up on his offer.

The entrance hall was empty and he sighed with relief as he veered to the right, toward the library. Part of him wondered what he was doing: if Drehmus and Andrek caught him with what he carried… He pulled his mind away from that thought and clung to the memory of the tall blond and bearded wizard – Tuanae – and his offer to teach music to anyone who wanted to learn. The man’s voice still echoed in his mind, warm and soft, as were his eyes – eyes that seemed to understand parts of him that he didn’t even know existed – and his smile that held promises that Brythel couldn’t name, could dare dream of.

Nervously he climbed the stairs and emerged into a large empty room. He caught his breath as he looked around in awe at the instruments that hung on the walls and held down papers that cluttered every horizontal surface except the floor.

There was no one else in the room, however, and his hopes sank, tears of disappointment beginning to burn behind his eyes. It was all for nothing. He had risked being discovered – had risked his most precious possession – for nothing.

A slight movement caught his eye and he looked up. The Tuanae stood in the doorway of a second staircase.








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