Adept's Ankle Weights
"You never saw her wearing them," whispered the cobbler. "But the weight? It anchors the invisible."
"Do they help fly less?" asked the cat, eyes narrow.
Beneath the waves, a hushed secret—"one must balance," murmured the current.
In the hallway, echoes linger: "Clocks work differently there, don't they?"
"It’s not the weight, dear," replied a voice like autumn leaves. "It’s what you learn to carry."