The next morning, Dydra wasted no time seeking out Oryen. The excitement she had struggled to contain the night before had barely faded, and she carried the book with her as she hurried through the quiet paths near the old woman's cottage.
She found Oryen outside, sorting through bundles of dried herbs laid carefully across a wooden table. The older witch looked up the moment Dydra approached, her sharp eyes immediately noticing the unusual energy in the young girl's expression.
"What is it?" Oryen asked, brushing the herbs aside as she straightened.
Dydra placed the book down on the table and opened it quickly. "It worked," she said, barely able to keep the excitement out of her voice. "The levitation spell… I finally managed to lift it."
For a second, Oryen simply stared at her as though she had misheard.
Then her face lit up.
