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I am certainly not magic.

Fox was at least fairly sure she wasn't magic.

Though she did realize she wasn't asking a fairly obvious question of the sentient Spica-magic-stone.

Do you know about Liam Noor? I found you near him.

Fox frowned. As far as she knew, Liam Noor was magic in more of a way like Jeremiah was.

Liam Noor is human magic. I can show you him.

She glanced at the mark on her wrist with a deep sigh. This would mean she'd have to hope she didn't get sick if she stepped over to the other side.

Fox corrected;

People. Human means people. People Magic.

Fox gave up.

Just stay here at my apartment? That's....

Fox thought about it for a moment. If she could talk to this part of the cage, logically she could talk to the rest of it on it's own, right?

Bento began to lick the stone. It was not soft.

I guess I'll find somewhere for you.

So I'll just leave you home all day with her then?

Why did the opinion of the magic matter? It was magic.

Then again, if it didn't like the 'bad bone', taking it to work with her would probably.....

Guess that's the safest. Stay with Bento. I'll...go investigate the rest of where you came from.


This had been a weird conversation.

After putting the stone down at the top of Bento's cat tree, it took Fox nearly seven minutes to unpry the cat from herself, the feline purring and kneading her chest and shoulder. Eventually, both Spica and Bento were left on the tree. Perhaps after chasing Fox, who was in pajamas, to the front door, Bento would return to that post to bond with it's new magical rock-friend.


Fox, however, would find herself pressing her fingers against that mark on her wrist, focusing on it and walking and-

WOAHgodwhythiswalkingthing SUCKED.

It took less steps than she'd anticipated for her to use this marked, borrowed power to walk over and as the world realigned around her, Fox found her stomach extremely unsettled, reaching out to press her hand against the cage she'd been displaced next to in order to settle herself while fighting off the instinct to vomit.

She was really glad she wouldn't need to open her mouth for this.

Hello...Hello Hello.

Maybe it wouldn't work, but the thought was pressed into it anyways.

Oh <******** wanted to recoil, a familiar fear suddenly turning her insides as this larger piece of what Spica had been grabbed onto her, It was nearly tangible. Perhaps to this thing, it was tangible.

She took a deep breath.

I want answers.

Yeah, she didn't actually feel the bravest still.

Why are you holding Liam Noor?