Fangs, Furs And Spells
We reached a small clearing where the earth was a bit caved in and the air was slightly cooler and damp with cobra lily growing around the edge.
Lyra crouched instantly, “Oh this are perfect” she reached for one.
“Careful, they snap”
She paused, “More like... Bite?”
“More like explode”
She slowly withdrew her hand, “Maybe you should have led with that”
I knelt beside her showing her how to cut the stem properly without disturbing the root of the plant. She mirrored my movement, her tongue caught between her teeth in concentration.
I shifted back slightly and she noticed, she always did, “You okay?“ she asked immediately.
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