One doesn't need to read Amelia's mind to know that she will not speak further on the matter by the way her hands clasp tightly together, the short sigh, and the way she looks back at Henry, pulling back that calm and stolid composure.
"We need to get back on topic," her mind faintly whispers.]
If you don't mind, Mr.Creel. Our task at hand?
[And it's so quiet, the words so minuscule it could get lost with everything else since she's a witch whose mind is so singularly focused but...]
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[Briar was pure magic, plain and simple.
One doesn't need to read Amelia's mind to know that she will not speak further on the matter by the way her hands clasp tightly together, the short sigh, and the way she looks back at Henry, pulling back that calm and stolid composure.
"We need to get back on topic," her mind faintly whispers.]
If you don't mind, Mr.Creel. Our task at hand?
[And it's so quiet, the words so minuscule it could get lost with everything else since she's a witch whose mind is so singularly focused but...]