*Esmerelda gives her wrist a little rotation. It’s become a habit since Evan broke it. Despite her own prodigious skill as a healer, and despite access to the very best in medical care, it still gives her pain on occasion.
Using it on the arm of her chair, she levers herself to her feet and draws her wand. Esmerelda doesn’t even speak to Antoinette; the flick of her wand is half gesture, half spell, and one opens the door for the woman to exit and the other indicates that she should do so silently and speedily and wait to be called upon again. The seamstress and her nervous, bustling energy, quite literally all pins and needles, finally leaves, and the heavy wooden door shuts behind her with a profound click.
The silence that falls is a heavy one, but at least it is silence, smooth and even as the glass in the mirror. Esmerelda takes two steps closer, still giving the girl a decent berth on her little pedestal, as one might a leashed and unpredictable dog.
With a wave of her wand, the dress turns brilliantly scarlet.*
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Using it on the arm of her chair, she levers herself to her feet and draws her wand. Esmerelda doesn’t even speak to Antoinette; the flick of her wand is half gesture, half spell, and one opens the door for the woman to exit and the other indicates that she should do so silently and speedily and wait to be called upon again. The seamstress and her nervous, bustling energy, quite literally all pins and needles, finally leaves, and the heavy wooden door shuts behind her with a profound click.
The silence that falls is a heavy one, but at least it is silence, smooth and even as the glass in the mirror. Esmerelda takes two steps closer, still giving the girl a decent berth on her little pedestal, as one might a leashed and unpredictable dog.
With a wave of her wand, the dress turns brilliantly scarlet.*
Surely you see why this is impossible.