Here is where the select few humans blessed with magic reside. There are books along the walls full of spells and magical theory. There are also piles of knives and wood for mage fledlings to create their staves.
"i was as pure as a river, but now i think i'm possessed."
Aelin hasn't had a good day - then again, when does she ever? - and it shows in her exhaustion as she heads into the dorm room. It would be better if she had no company, some people tended to judge her when she was talking to a disembodied voice in her head, but this arrangement was something she'd come to accept.
Amanda sighed as she flopped onto her bed and stared at the ceiling. She missed her grandma. She had gotten a letter last month from her parents (whom she never really met) saying that her Grandma had passed away. Her heart had broken at that point. Her Grandma had taught her everything she knew about healing, and now she was gone. The last words she got from her grandma still echoed in her mind. "Trust your heart, and always remember that magic is a tool, just like the herbs and plants we use." She almost cried at the thought but she held back the tears. She knew that her grandma would want her to be strong.