"I don't know," Quen admitted, "but I think it must be soon. Peony hasn't brought it up yet, and I haven't asked. I mean, I'm sure she'll tell me when she thinks I'm ready." She was sure it would be before her nineteenth birthday in February, and thank Faram for that. She'd been at the tower since she was twelve. She should've been able to make her first class when she was seventeen, the way Darius did. The way Cy did.
"How did you know you wanted to be a synergist?" Quen asked suddenly. "It took me a while to decide I wanted to become a black mage, but when I figured out that's what I should be, it felt right." She never really remembered to ask that, but it was something she was curious about. Darius had always gravitated toward white magic, and Merri never could decide what to be.