The Moon's Dark Embrace
I have to battle to keep up the obstruction without being able to see it, and I turn to Chart book as we lurch toward the window, quietly signaling my question.
He gives a noiseless gesture, and without lost a beat, I clamber onto his back, tangling one hand in his hide whereas I utilize my other to keep the drive field up. “Thanks,” I mumble, my grasp fixing ever so marginally, and he turns briefly to see at me, his green eyes penetrating against the haziness of his fur.
Ivy is as of now sending a ball of dull enchantment through the window, making glass parts shower down onto the road exterior like sparkling snowflakes. She moves herself out the hole on a stage of dull enchantment, floatin
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