After her rather dramatic coming-of-age catastrophe, Xanthe was back on all fours, resetting the spell circle for the Location Spell.
The room was devoid of noise except for the soft scrape of chalk against the floor and the whimsical tune Xanthe hummed under her breath as she worked.
She felt Lorenzo's eyes heavy on her, studying her from a cautious distance. Her eyes glided over to him, but immediately he turned his head toward the window.
STRANGE!
She narrowed her eyes at him, and without a word, returned her attention to her task.
Five seconds later, the tense scrutinizing gaze was back on her. She glanced up again. There he was, standing with arms folded across his chest, but before their eyes could meet, he veered his gaze to the ceiling, nodding slowly as if he had just realized how fascinating its design was.
