"Now breathe with it," Elara continued quietly, almost hypnotically. Her voice carried softly yet filled every corner of the modest classroom, gently wrapping each child in its comforting sound. "Make your magic match it."
Amberine held her breath, hardly realizing it. The entire room seemed to still, suspended in anticipation. Even the sunlight filtering through cracked shutters seemed to pause, dust motes dancing lazily, reluctant to disturb the fragile silence. Every small face was turned toward the girl and Elara, eyes wide, breath held.
