The Mood is Right, the Spirit is Up . [Hattle]
@davidhatter
The cold was their cousin Nimbleās world. Ordinarily, the dry winter air sucked the power from Thistle, but with the artificial heat from inside the tea shoppe running, condensation had collected in the corners of the glass. Just enough for Thistleās powers to be able to reach out and turn it into fog. It slipped under the door and began to fill the space.
It was dark again. Night. Almost closing time. Thistle had been watching and waiting from the bookshoppe across the street. The last thing he needed was to be caught by Nimble or one of his spies paying attention to what was going on there. But--this had gone on too long. Toby was worthless. He didnāt know enough of what was going on to be any use. All he had reported was that Nimble had come to the shoppe. More than once.
That was enough for Thistle.
When he entered, his glamour dropped and his telekinesis locked the door behind him. Now that he was inside, the fog covered the windows.
āWhat have you done?ā Thistle growled. This was, after all, in their opinion Hatterās fault. How else would all of their hard work begun to unravel?
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