She Runs with Wolves
“No, no, dear. That’s a common misconception. A spell isn’t something that can be repeated, or just churned out by anyone. And, as we don’t speak Latin, a spell in Latin would do us very little good. No, a spell should come from the heart. You speak with intent, and it can be as simple as you like.”
“Okay,” I nodded. As Skye took his steaming mug of ginger tea, I nudged him with my knee. Turning to him, I whispered, “Can I try a sip, please?”
“Sure,” he said, frowning slightly. Then his eyes widened in understanding. “Oh. Oh, yeah, of course, El.”
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