[She closes her eyes as her hands come to rest very gently against one on her shoulder and the other cupping the side of her face gently. She tries to focus, not necessarily forcing her magic to find the offending spell in question, but merely inquiring as though to find it.]
The lullaby she sang was something that Dahlia used to sing to us as a child, as a means of trying to calm us when our power ... was beyond our control. It's possible that my mirror might have woven a spell into it to hide her true motives.
somewhere lives the preposterous idea that i forgive myself.
The lullaby she sang was something that Dahlia used to sing to us as a child, as a means of trying to calm us when our power ... was beyond our control. It's possible that my mirror might have woven a spell into it to hide her true motives.