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“Is this good?” Abbie sat on the soft ground by the river, shoes and socks in a pile next to her. Kells could leave the lake now, if she wanted, but Abbie suspected her friend felt more comfortable in the water than on land. And Abbie was trying not to do magic in the house.
It had warmed up significantly, which meant that Abbie had gone from too big cable-knit sweaters to lighter, more fitted ones, had switched from heavy layers to lighter skirts. Kells never seemed to get cold. She was, as well as Abbie understood it, connected to the water, or maybe part of it, so it would make sense that the temperature wouldn’t bother her.
Her mind was wandering in the way that it did when she was antsy. And there was good reason to be this time; Abbie had been putting this off partially because she was afraid that it wouldn’t work, just as much that it would. Kells was good with the mindscape, though. And Abbie trusted her. It would be fine.
