As Melisa made her way back through the academy grounds toward home, her mind raced with possibilities despite Javir's warnings.
[Sure, using the memory thing for political advantage would be "ethically questionable," but is letting nim be executed any more ethical?]
She kicked a small stone, watching it skitter across the cobblestones.
[But Javir has a point too. Using magic to spy on people without their knowledge? That's pretty shady, even for a good cause.]
The streets grew more crowded as she approached the market district. People everywhere. Too many bodies. Too many opportunities for accidental contact.
She sidestepped a pair of children chasing each other, dodged around a cart piled high with vegetables, and nearly jumped out of her skin when a street vendor tried to press a sample into her hand.
"No touching!" she yelped, earning herself a bewildered look from the vendor.
[This is going to be a long three to five days.]
