Nim’s efforts couldn’t stop his friend from falling, but in midair Podge blurted out a three syllable spell.
“Featherlight!”
The wizard’s apprentice drifted like down in the wind, coming to a gentle rest skimming the pond’s surface without sinking. The child huffed in relief, having avoided a fall onto rocks that could’ve killed him.
“Handy!” the orc boy shouted, resuming his cliffside descent.
Podge looked at Nim. “Yeah, but it doesn’t last lo—”
The apprentice regained his normal weight and sank with a splash.
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