Cinder Collection Extraordinary success, good component
Emily didn't know what Markus was thinking as he looked over her work. If she had, she might've found it all deeply ungrateful after he asked her for help, so it was better that she wasn't privvy to his thoughts. The young man's reticent judgement on her work made Emily hum and nod, noncommittal. It was a little funny, admittedly, a bit of a puffed-up nonsense phrase, but she let it go.
Back at the table she'd left her bags at, Dulce stirred, her tail unfolding from the bag before the whole cat appeared. She slid out of the bag like heavy cream glugging out of a carton. She stretched and then mewed at Emily across the room, drawing her attention with a question only the witch could understand. What was going on?
With the table clear, Emily nipped back to her table to retrieve her familiar and her component pouch unaware she was being watched. Her pouch was a small leather satchel with a wolf charm in one of the loops--a birthday gift from Max. Flipping the top up, she sorted through the neatly arranged contents while Markus wrote, and Dulce hopped up on the table to sit at Emily's elbow. She wasn't shy about staring at Markus.
There wasn’t a lot in her arsenal that was good for the spell, except maybe Billy’s wardstone but that was hers. Instead, after pulling out a few pieces of cotton, components of her part of the spell, she looked up to see Markus pulling out a pendant to etch runes into it.
Fiddling with the cotton balls, her brows furrowed, she asked thoughtfully, “What will you use for components? I used part of a spell my friend wrote for the shield, but I don’t know what components he had.”
Emily didn't know what Markus was thinking as he looked over her work. If she had, she might've found it all deeply ungrateful after he asked her for help, so it was better that she wasn't privvy to his thoughts. The young man's reticent judgement on her work made Emily hum and nod, noncommittal. It was a little funny, admittedly, a bit of a puffed-up nonsense phrase, but she let it go.
Back at the table she'd left her bags at, Dulce stirred, her tail unfolding from the bag before the whole cat appeared. She slid out of the bag like heavy cream glugging out of a carton. She stretched and then mewed at Emily across the room, drawing her attention with a question only the witch could understand. What was going on?
With the table clear, Emily nipped back to her table to retrieve her familiar and her component pouch unaware she was being watched. Her pouch was a small leather satchel with a wolf charm in one of the loops--a birthday gift from Max. Flipping the top up, she sorted through the neatly arranged contents while Markus wrote, and Dulce hopped up on the table to sit at Emily's elbow. She wasn't shy about staring at Markus.
There wasn’t a lot in her arsenal that was good for the spell, except maybe Billy’s wardstone but that was hers. Instead, after pulling out a few pieces of cotton, components of her part of the spell, she looked up to see Markus pulling out a pendant to etch runes into it.
Fiddling with the cotton balls, her brows furrowed, she asked thoughtfully, “What will you use for components? I used part of a spell my friend wrote for the shield, but I don’t know what components he had.”