“So you’re saying you’re a mirror.” “Of the deepest blue,” Gwenllian whispered in Blue’s ear. She leapt back so that she could trace the shape of Blue in the air with her fingers. “Blue. Blue. Blue. Blue. All around. And me. It’s what we do.” “Oh. Our auras? Okay, sure. But Persephone says that you’re psychic, and I am definitely not.”
