UnVeiled Launch

She ran a finger absently along one of the delicate silver ivy vines that encircled her wrist, tracing it to the violet Life-stone that nestled warmly against the soft skin of her inner wrist.
Amethyst. The stone of the Magi. Chosen by her Life-stone shortly after birth, she had lived in the Seminary since infancy. It was just as well that Zoran thought her to be a love-struck teen. He could never know her true thoughts. He would never believe it in any case. Why would a Mage, the most revered calling in Veil, pine after the life of a Rider? To deny the Life-stone’s calling was not just unthinkable, it was blasphemous, and could have her banished forever.