Arcanus turned the Ruby Rabbit over in his hands, pulse quickening. It was probably foolish to try—but how often did he get the chance to practice outside class?
Master Kirell said nous wasn’t for novices. Described as the “sight beyond sight,” it allowed you to sense—and for some practitioners, to see—the spaces between reality.
Used to glimpse the hidden connections binding all things, like the delicate threads inside a crystal lattice, it often yielded startling insights. Which made sense, given that you were peering into the inner workings of creation itself.
Kirell insisted such skills took years to cultivate. But Arcanus had never been the most patient of students, even on his best days.
He closed his eyes, fingers curling around the rabbit, reaching beyond the ordinary. At first—nothing but the faint hum of his heartbeat.
Then it came. A thread of knowing, thin as spider-silk, pulling him forward. The Ruby Rabbit pulsed beneath his touch, whispering in images. With a gasp, Arcanus’ eyes shot open.