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.

gives an exasperated sigh, grabbing for a washcloth and wiping the floor. Muddy paw prints trail behind Selene, leaving the marks of her presence. "Walking into a home,

Selene isn't a dog. She's a proper wolf and the

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

here. Do treat

gaze from Selene to the Grand Sage. Her wrinkled face contorts into what I can only describe as a grimace of politeness as she curtsies. It's

intones, her voice flat.

Elverly's delivery? Let's just say

hear my internal laughter, which stops abruptly as she stomps over, each step punctuated by

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

grin spreads across my face. "Didn't you

snorts, already turning towards the kitchen. "You're getting

complaining about the quality of the food here?

a look over her shoulder that clearly questions my intelligence. "Of course I did. I

a priority during an escape. But then, a memory flashes through my mind—the chaos of our flight, the urgency, the fear. My smile fades as I

did you pack

that follows my question. For a moment,

she challenges, one eyebrow raised. "Would you rather I left them behind? Then where would we be? Eating bland,

stare at her,