One invisibility charm, three hear-mes, the look-away, and the forget-me. Worse, I didn’t have any of the things I needed to fashion more. Charms are odd beasts. Peculiar, contrary, and volatile. Everyone fashions them uniquely. Some use metal, some wood, some fabric or even leaves and grasses. The material isn’t actually important, it’s just a place to store your magic, but everybody has to find the way of coaxing that magic that works for them. I work with metal and glass and use leather and oils. And blood. Just trappings, Miss Evendale. I could almost hear the prim tones of the reluctant tutor my father had hired to teach me when I’d first shown signs of having power. We hadn’t gotten very far past the rudiments before it became evident that my charms only worked well on me. Not useful in Cormen’s eyes. No point wasting any more coin on my education. But the basics had been enough and I picked up the rest myself over the years, honing the craft until I could make almost anything I needed.
