Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 312 Lisa: Elverly's Seasonings

LISA

"So, this is the face," I explain, pointing to my crude circle. "And these are buttons on the side for different functions." I add a few lumps to represent the buttons.

The Grand Sage peers at my drawing, stroking his beard thoughtfully. "I see. And you believe we could adapt something like this for magical communication?"

"Maybe?" I shrug, feeling a bit self-conscious about my suggestion now that I've said it out loud. "I mean, I don't know much about magic. It was just an idea."

He nods slowly, his eyes still fixed on my terrible sketch. "You know, Lisa, your idea has some merit. The compact size would certainly be an advantage. Of course, I'd need to acquire some of these watches to see what I could do with them, but it's an intriguing concept."

A warm flush of pride spreads through my chest at his words. It's nice to feel like I've contributed something useful, especially when I often feel so out of my depth in this magical world.

A strange scratching sound comes from the door, startling me out of my warm glow. I glance at the Grand Sage, who looks equally puzzled.

"I'll get it," I offer, pushing away from the table.

As I approach the door, the scratching intensifies, sounding distinctly impatient. Curious, I turn the handle and pull the door open.

To my surprise, Selene slinks into the room, her silver fur gleaming in the dim light. Ice-blue eyes meet mine before she pads past me, walking straight toward the older gnome, where they stare at each other in silence. Probably mind-reading each other or something.

prints trail behind Selene, leaving the marks of her presence. "Walking into a home, leaving it a mess. I'd never have a dog as a pet. Too

isn't a dog. She's a

does it change these muddy paws on my floor?" Elverly points at them, her ascerbic words even throwing Selene off guard. The husky raises a paw, leaning her

now, Elverly. She is a guest here. Do treat her with a

what I can only describe as a grimace of politeness as she curtsies. It's like watching a cat try to swim—unnatural

her voice flat.

from laughing. Elverly's delivery? Let's just

laughter, which stops abruptly as she stomps over,

my midsection. "Kitchen. Now. We need to put some meat

spreads across my face.

kitchen. "You're getting fat. You aren't

the quality of the food

that clearly questions my intelligence. "Of course I did. I understand what

to consider her spice rack a priority during an escape. But then,

you... did you pack your seasonings

the sudden silence that follows my question. For a moment, I think she hasn't heard me. But then she turns, fixing me with those

raised. "Would you rather I left them behind? Then where

at