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Promising Light

Finding Fiona

Below you will find a passage and your task is to cast for Grace, Dar, and Matilda. Easy enough? :) Go!

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Dar led them down the main road to a small cottage next to a church. “This is where she lives.” He didn’t want to bring Sierra and Evan in to see Matilda, but they didn’t trust him to go alone. “Grace can come with me, and we’ll be back in a minute.”

Grace left her horse with Sierra and Evan, who stopped in front of the church. “Don’t try to talk me out of this,” she said as they walked up the path to the cottage.

“And what if I did?” Dar knocked on the door, hoping it wasn’t too early. A grumpy Matilda would be much harder to work with.

Grace looked at him coolly, but didn’t respond.

A moment later, they heard a yell and someone flung open the door. “Who the hell—” Matilda broke off when she saw Dar and smirked. She wore a robe that hardly concealed her breasts and her dark red curls were wild, as usual. “Oh, it’s you.” She glanced over Dar’s shoulder and said, “Come on in.”

She turned, and Grace raised her eyebrows at Matilda as they walked in. Her cottage seemed even smaller on the inside. Matilda lit a few candles on the small table next to the stove, and the flames shed light on a few pieces of furniture and the shelves lining the walls. Dar had been here before; the books spoke of Mahri spells, and the bowls held ingredients for potions. She used the small cauldrons almost daily, smoked the tobacco when she was stressed, and she was ready to leave as soon as the Protectors came sniffing around. He’d seen this same setup in half a dozen other houses.

“Who’s your friend?” Matilda asked, motioning to Grace.

“Do you need to know?” Dar wasn’t sure whether he trusted Matilda, especially if the Protectors came asking around.

“Depends on what you need.” Matilda stepped closer, putting her hand on her hip. Dar could smell her perfume, the stuff she’d worn for years. Had she slept with it on?

“Just a few concealing spells,” Dar replied. “We don’t want any Protectors looking for us.”

Matilda cocked her head. “What kind of trouble have you got into this time?”

“How much will it cost?”

She turned to one of the shelves. She pulled down a book and half-glanced at Grace before flipping through the pages. “You an Avialie?”

“No.” Grace shook her head.

“Should have guessed. Never met a blonde Avialie.” Matilda motioned to Dar. “They’re all dark and handsome like our friend Dar.” She flashed a grin at Grace. "Not that you're not handsome."

Now it is time to cast! Comment below your idea for the Grace, Dar, and Matilda! :)


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