First Spell

“So what was it?” she asked. “The one spell you’ve cast?”

With an effort, he made himself grin at her again. “If I tell you, you’re going to make fun of me.”

“Ooo, even better,” she said, perking up. “Tell me!” She poked his chest with her tail. “Tell me!”

“It was just — this toy of Whiteout’s,” he said. “It’s a little carved scavenger. She loves it in kind of an obsessive way. Once it got lost and she cried for a whole day, until we finally found it again. So after that, I enchanted it to always return to her. No matter where I hide it, or where she loses it, it always turns up on her pillow by that night.” He shrugged. “It’s just a little thing.”

Darkstalker C10