Marianna’s POV
I was feeling a bit dizzy from the jump. I didn’t do it often, probably like two or three times in my whole lifetime, always in tandem with my grandmother, shielded by her magic.
After landing, I immediately fell to the ground because my legs went limp. No wonder Antonia had the room prepared for such lame jumpers like I. It was big, with soft mattresses on the floor. The walls were light blue, decorated with some still life paintings. They, the paintings, looked expensive.
“Do you need a while?” Antonia leaned over me with a glass of water. “Jumps can be hard when you’re not used to it.”
I nodded. I sat on the floor for a while, sipping marvelously cold water and looking around until I felt good enough to stand up.
“Welcome to the Chant Mansion,” said Antonia, and ran
