Imagining Magic

Nissa rested for a moment, listening. Even as a Planeswalker, the Summoning weakened her, but she was recovering rapidly. Like all her people, she drew strength from the land—the feel of moss beneath her feet, the fragrance of the trees, the magic of bird-song in the deep-green canopy above. Gradually, her breathing slowed, became more regular. The sickness that came with Summoning was almost past. Closing her eyes, she willed herself to stillness, casting her thoughts out into the forest. Something else was here; she could feel it. She knew. The coppery scent of sorcery drifted uneasily among the