![]() ![]() ![]() Thaian looks soft and rounded, soft shoulders, soft stomach, soft cloud of black hair pulled back into a knot. What are you doing? She raises a dark eyebrow. My roommate, Thaian, the source of the spell-breaking noise, stands in the doorway, looking between me and the mirror. Luckily it doesn't crack, which is good because mirrors are expensive and I am very broke. Then the door slams open and I scream as my concentration shatters, the spell shatters, and the mirror gives a worrying ripple like it's considering shattering too. My reflection is gone and nothingness has taken its place. The mirror has turned a blank, depthless grey. My reflection blurs until I can barely tell what I'm looking at anymore. Ishould be on my way out the door but I'm here instead, staring into a mirror, with the acid taste of panic on my tongue as I repeat the words of the incantation. ![]()
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