For a brief moment, home had finally felt like home again. She and Briar had argued, loudly and with the reasoning of children, but in that small instant of irritation Sandry had seen their old sibling bond. She had stormed around Daja’s house, taking measurements and debating the best fabrics and colors for her foster brother and sisters. That
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"Dawnie?"
It was out of her mouth before she could stop it. But then the name registered and Willow frowned, disappointment clear on her face.
"Sorry. I... thought you were someone else..."
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"It's quite alright. Our eyes and tongues are sometimes quicker to judge than our minds can keep up with."
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"My name's Willow. Uh, it's really nice to meet you, but I don't think I can pronounce your name yet."
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"Sandrilene," she repeats, a little more slowly, "but I normally go by Sandry. It's much easier to remember, and to say."
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Willow's naming herself a witch gave her more credit already than many of the others Sandry had encountered, and the girl perked up significantly upon hearing it. "A witch? What sort? I'm a thread mage myself..."
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The witch deal made her frown, though. She wasn't sure she understood the question. She knew there was all types of magic, especially from world-to-world but she'd never heard of a thread mage before. "Uh, I think magic works differently in my world," she answered. "I'm just... a witch. I can perform a lot of different spells, make things float, create barriers, all kinds of things. What does... being a thread mage mean?" At least she was honestly curious. She loved learning about different worlds, especially those with magic.
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