"It should be simple," Elda tells her reflection in the mirror. "It's simply a matter of sneaking around the curse. Plenty of things are enchanted in more than one way
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It's been several days now, and when she returned to the lake, there was no sign of a specific painted turtle, though she searched for at least an hour.
So this time, Elda is armed with the counter spell, and a locating one as well.
Activating it, Elda tilts her head and follows the bell-like tone towards the rogue Prince.