[She turns to see where he points, takes it all in, and for a moment she's tempted to illustrate it for him, to use the sand and her magic to form the outlines and build a community.
she doesn't, though. Magic has never been his friend, and she hates that she's willing to hide something of herself because he's talking to her again.]
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she doesn't, though. Magic has never been his friend, and she hates that she's willing to hide something of herself because he's talking to her again.]
Where was your house?