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“You aren’t the first magical being to be exhausted,” Aura said. “I don’t think I could cast a spell right now if I had to, even through that staff of mine.”
“How do you recharge yourself?” Fiona asked.
“I eat too much, drink too much, and sleep too much.”
“That sounds like fun,” Fiona said, chuckling at the profound simplicity of Aura being an absolute sensualist. “But I don’t think it will help me.” She balked at mentioning what would. She told Aura before, but as Viona. In her unpowered, civilian form, she felt much more shy. Besides, she wasn’t sure there was such a thing as orgasm too much.
“If I’m going to find a way to restore your power, I need to understand it better. I would like to meet Syphia.”
“You want to meet a spirit?” Fiona asked, with a gasp. As familiar as she was with Syphia, the ancient warrior was still formidable and somewhat terrifying. She wasn’t just a Warrior of Beauty and the last of a noble caste of fierce Mayan fighters. She was a freaking ghost.
Aura chuckled. “She would not be the first. Considering she works with you, she would probably be the most friendly.”
Before Fiona could ask, Syphia spoke to her. “I would like to meet Aura, as well. The best way would be for her to wear the choker. If she does, however, as weak as the magic is, transforming someone new would cause the choker to implode. That would kill us both. Have her hold it, and prepare for the surprise of her life.”