288****** “Now we have floating island strategies that could be initiated by every member of the team. Except Everly.” Vandy Carisson ran a highlighter over a line she’d written in her notebook, then capped it and lifted blue eyes to regard the tall, brunette girl in the green tank top who sat across the table from her. Their team was having a planning meeting in one of Celena North Library’s group study rooms. “But I don’t think we can count your strategy, Heloísa. It’s too uncontrolled. It might kill some of us.”“No risk, no victory!” Heloísa said, high-fiving Rebecca in the seat to her right.“That’s how we do it,” said Rebecca. “I came up with something I could do for the island,” said Everly, crossing her arms over her chest. “But it would use up my spell impression casts, and it would take too long. It’s not like we need to have a strategy for everyone on the team. And it’s all right if I don’t get to run (...)