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.

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 much time spent

dog. She's a proper wolf and the Westwood Pack

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 head down to

is a guest here. Do treat her with a

can only describe as a grimace of politeness as she curtsies. It's like watching a cat try

sincerest apologies for my unseemly outburst, Grand Sage," she intones, her voice

laughing. Elverly's delivery? Let's

abruptly as she stomps over, each step punctuated by a

at my midsection. "Kitchen. Now. We need

my face. "Didn't you say I was

towards the kitchen. "You're getting fat.

Wasn't she just complaining about the quality of the food here?

that clearly questions my intelligence. "Of course I

consider her spice rack a priority during an escape. But

following her into the kitchen. "Did you... did you

with a clatter that seems too loud in the sudden silence that follows my question. For

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

stare at