Polarisbear12

    The situation that Becca found herself in was one that she never thought would, or could even happen. She held her arm away from her body; thread pinched between her fingers. Ezra had instructed her to tie up the manticore with her thread and carry it with them until they reached a disposal site. He quickly taught her a variation of the incantation she used to create the shield. This version allowed her to levitate the object the thread held, but it also did something to keep others from seeing the manticore.    He had told her to make an illusion, so she created the image of her holding a balloon. She projected that thought, and that&#

    “You still haven’t answered my question. I thought you said you didn’t know what we were doing here, but now you do? Hello?” she said louder in case he wasn’t able to hear her over the chatter of other pedestrians.    “Becca, I may be blind, but I’m not deaf you know.”    “I didn’t mean-”    “I know. I’m sorry if that sounded like I was reprimanding you. I may be blind but there are other ways of seeing. You know that better than anyone.” His hands brushed over his eyes, referring to the glasses that she wore.    They helped her see the things that

    A young woman was bustling behind the counter looking for the receipt of the customer in front of her, an older woman with sharp features and a disdainful glint in her eyes who needed to retrieve her clothing. Without the receipts, she wouldn’t be able to return the clothing to the woman.     “I’m so sorry Mrs. Reynolda. I’m usually more organized than this. I don’t know what’s gotten into me today.”     “Oh I’m sure you are Ms. Rebecca.” The young woman behind the counter cringed at the tone Mrs. Reynolda took with her. It didn’t help that Mrs. Reynolda refused to call