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❝ You are a beginning. ❞
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Sharp and opinionated Purple is one of the last residents of what's left of...
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THE COTTON CANDY was exactly the way I had left it. Everything was —my livelihood; my human teenage guest; and the customers I came back to find.
It did not concern me how easily and immediately I then slipped back into a sense of normalcy —how the journey to the Beta Plane and then facing Magenta had not hindered my performance in any way. Perhaps I was undifferent in that way.
The experience had changed me only a little; maybe I would have more confidence now that I knew that I was capable of more than just what was expected of me. That did not take away from my instinct to hide and be unnoticeable, however.
Magenta may have let me slip away, but she would not pardon what transpired —I knew that well.
That was a concern for another time —now it was time to rest, and reorientate ourselves.
Unlike me, my companions were quite drained. Georgia had spent a good few hours with the Flame Lily Coven when she had come from Winfrost, and she had not hesitated to describe the tension that had hung thick over them until Adam and I emerged.
It seemed that the Wytches had yet to grow a little more tolerant of humans —specifically of the ones which I knew. Georgia had sat stiffly in their steely presence, wondering if they were going to grab her out of nowhere and mount her severed head on a spire.
