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@rose-colored-fancy that second picture is Cal to perfection! Her facial expression is just *chef’s kiss*

I think I can get us out of this one. When the dance is over I have an idea for a challenge, though. Everybody gets into a situation where they have to help a) their favorite person in the castle and b) their least favorite.

Anika

“Do you mean where I was born or where I live?” Cal asked, a little cynically.

“Both?” Anika was confused. “Does it matter?”

She mentioned two completely unfamiliar names.

“I–‘ve never heard of those before. I wasn’t taught much, though.” her gaze shifted sideways, away from Cal’s intense stare. “Never got the chance you–you understand” She stared at her feet with Cal’s boots on and hoped she did understand. Surely she knew slaves sold at a young age never got the opportunity to learn?

She wasn’t sure. Cal was so different than anyone she’d met.

“And you? Not from around there, at least I haven’t seen you,”

Anika looked up again. “No. I mean, yes…I don’t know.” That made sense. “I’m from Rolivak Bay, just up the road.” she trailed off again. There was no road. “Here in Colondai, anyway.”

She wasn’t sure they were in Colondai. She glanced past Cal and saw a green person standing at the other corner of the room and frowned to herself. She and Natalya had wandered into somewhere they’d never dreamed of. She had heard of black magic in Colondai, years ago, and wondered if they had found something of a witches creation. A pang of guilt and fear shot through her. Then she shook herself. If this is black magic, Nat and I have nothing to do with it. They were often dragged unwillingly into evil.

“Victims of Circumstance.” Anika had heard the phrase. She wondered if those who used it really knew what it meant.

From behind her, Natalya elbowed her ribs. She was standing in a space too small, even for her small body. Anika stepped forward a pace, giving her more room; Cal’s boots felt heavy and awkward. She looked down at her feet, and almost tripped.

“It’s been so long, you know,” she murmured by way of apology. She glanced down at Cal’s socks. They had words on them. Anika’s eyes widened. It must be black magic, or some kind of dream.

All she managed to blurt out was, “what do they say?” and “Won’t your feet be cold?” From behind her she heard Natalya huff.  She didn’t care what a girl with blue hair’s socks said.

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Hope that gives you more to work with! I’m going to bed. 😀