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Rin Chupeco
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May 14 - May 17, 2022
Wordlessly, she watched the frog in front of her hop on unsteady legs, speeding away from her like it owed her money.
The sensation of mint-cool air on her tongue—that was the levitation spell. Another with a heady rosewood smell, coupled with just the hint of lilacs—a charisma add-on for texting. She ignored them, seeking out the spell that felt rich and buttery: the music app.
Three important things happened the autumn Tala turned seventeen, nearly a year later: Arizona officially signed the Emerald Act into law, legalizing the commercial use of much more dangerous magic for the first time; her teacher was chased away by ICE agents; and Ryker Cadfael asked her to the upcoming bonfire celebrations. Obviously, the last one was the most consequential,
In Which the Firebird Is an Absolute Unit
In Which Somebody Gets Slapped Because of Dante’s Divine Comedy
“Weston-Clifford Beaujour Grethari Bannock Iognaidh-Under-Waves Brighteye Eddings VI. But you can call me Weston-Clifford Beaujour Greth—” “Yeah no, we’re just calling you West,
“Close sesame,” Zoe instructed. “The password is not—” “Close the goddamn sesame, Cassim!” The slab slid shut.
“It’s very nice to meet you. I-I’m Dexter Gallagher. R-represent!” “Represent?” “Oh, is that not the customary greeting in America? H-homies, to represent? ’Sup, gee cheese doodles? To th-throw one’s hands in the air and wave them in clockwise or counterclockwise motions to express n-nonchalance?”
Although I’m not really sure I’m a big believer in divination. Sounds a little like pseudoastrology to me.” “That’s so typical of a Taurus to say, Zo,” Ken scoffed.
“See for yourself. Here, swing it around.” The weight nearly sent Tala through the ground. It felt like carrying Lass would have been the easier option. Ken swiftly retrieved the sword, helping her back to her feet with a sheepish grin. “How can you even carry that?” she sputtered. “Because it feels light in my hands but damn heavy in anyone else’s.
“I swear by the goddamn power of Grayskull, West,” Ken threatened, “if your hand leaves this pot with a bouquet of flowers, I am going to throttle you.”
Cole’s gaze met and held hers. “Smart and brave enough to look the dead in the eye, for one thing,” he said softly, with a hint of defiance. “If I told you all the rumors about us were true—that we bear the nightwalker taint, that we can raise the dead—would you even consider it?” The dead shall rise for you, little girl. The dead shall rise.
Cole offered very little in conversation the next day, and Zoe couldn’t help but feel insulted. They’d almost been friends the night before, and he was now back to being as rude as he had always been, answering her with curt, monosyllabic replies.