[And so she loses herself in the dance, a magic without actual magic, but the kind that lets Iona feel elated as she enjoys the present moment.
(Iona remembers something again, talking with her mother about being witches; why witches? She'd prefer to be a princess or a queen. Witches sound ugly, scary, and lonely.
Her mother smiles gently, saying yes, they could be those things, but they could always be so much more...)
Although her surface emotions flow easily, these deeper thoughts don't show themselves. She lets Gus twirl her around making her dress glow in the low lights of the room.]
I should have known that you really know your stuff! I'm having fun Gus, I really am.
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(Iona remembers something again, talking with her mother about being witches; why witches? She'd prefer to be a princess or a queen. Witches sound ugly, scary, and lonely.
Her mother smiles gently, saying yes, they could be those things, but they could always be so much more...)
Although her surface emotions flow easily, these deeper thoughts don't show themselves. She lets Gus twirl her around making her dress glow in the low lights of the room.]
I should have known that you really know your stuff! I'm having fun Gus, I really am.