Kai barely slept.
The candlelight flickered across his notes as he hunched over the desk in his guest room, quill in hand and ink drying in messy strokes. The pages scattered before him were layered with arcane diagrams, structural breakdowns of gravitational theory, and progressive exercises tailored for a mind like Naia's, brilliant but chaotic.
Graham had mentioned broadening her magical education, dipping into elemental manipulation, perhaps even spirit invocation. But Kai saw that for what it was: noble ambition without structure. Naia didn't need a dozen tools she couldn't wield, she needed one blade sharpened until it could cut the world in half.
And gravity magic, if trained properly, could do just that.
He laid out the curriculum in three escalating stages. Then it would move onto other schools of magic.
