The woman's power was oddly comforting. It didn't have depth the way that hers did, with power spiralling down into the ebony Darkness. No, where Jaenelle's power was dark, this woman's was light. The intensity of it was the same, but it felt odd to feel such power in White or Yellow. Almost as though the hierarchy of power had been reversed, with Black as the weakest, and White as the most powerful.
That just boggled the mind. Jaenelle pushed it aside, however, to kneel in the grass. The look on her face indicated that she was realy, willing, and eager for a lesson.