Her Daughter’s Lover
he whispered, tone low but steady.
She glanced toward the figure, expression unreadable. “They are learning. Observing. But not interfering… yet.”
The children, oblivious, continued their chaotic but heroic antics. Aria waved her stick like a wand, directing leaves in intricate spirals. Arianna adjusted stones in precise patterns. Arian calculated probabilities and outcomes, muttering, “If variables remain constant, chaos will peak… but success is likely.”
Cassian, of course, dramatically announced, “…I am emotionally overcome! Witnessing beauty! Observing chaos! Falling in love with magic! And possibly with everyone here!”
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