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If not for the fear she saw in the girl’s face, Aura would have called her the most adorable and cute young woman she had ever seen. For the first time, she realized that Viona was actually younger than she was. An astonishing spell, Aura thought. All the glamour and disguise spells I know do not change a person’s eye color. She has brown eyes now. I’m a bit jealous. If I had that spell, I could get rid of these green things.
“Hello,” the girl said. “I’m Fiona Hill. I’m sorry I’m naked. The magic takes my clothes away when I become Viona, but it always forgets to give them back. I lose more cool tee shirts that way.”
Aura recovered quickly. “I have several old shirts of my masters you can wear,” she said, trying not to giggle, and wondering how a shirt could be made from cold tea. “He’s taller than I am, and he left them behind when he went away. You can borrow a belt and wear it as a dress if you wish.”
“Your master? Were you a slave?”
“No. It’s a term of respect an apprentice gives her teacher.”
“Right. That kind of master. A master craftsman. Well, this is who I am without Syphia,” Fiona said. “This is who I will be in two days. I’m not very strong. I can lift thirty pounds. I can’t fly at all. But I can be your apprentice! You can be my master. Or mistress. Uh, that sounds kinky! I can carry your staff into battle. I can fetch your cloak. I can cut herbs. I can stir potions and cook for you. If you will teach me, I can learn your form of magic.” Even as Fiona, she had always been courageous. But her bravery broke as the reality of her situation poured over her. “But please. Don’t send me away!”
Lovely and awkward, so totally charming!
This went straight to a job interview!