Edie moved away from Derwen and Darcy to find an empty stretch of grass. Actually, it was about half grass, half clover, she saw as she sat down cross-legged with her bag behind her. She automatically scanned it for four-leaf clovers and found one. She reached out to touch it, wondering whether they affected her in any way. But they clearly didn’t—at least not to touch, and not if someone looked at her using one. They would have figured out that she was part faerie months earlier if four-leaf clovers did anything to her.
But she was supposed to be working on water magic. She closed her eyes and relaxed in her seat. Between fire, air, and earth practice, she’d gotten pretty good at this unusual sensation of settling into her magic, and she did it now, cupping her hands in front of her.