234. A light in the darkness

Tanned skin and healthy complexion, mischievous eyes, and plump lips that looked like they were always about to give in a smile, but most importantly, a river of chocolate brown hair that came down up to her lower back and almond eyes of a similar shade. There was no doubt. The person who had just appeared in the room like a tornado was without any doubt, Gabrielle, the witch from the Servants of Talamh.

"You still haven't learned any manners, dear cousin," Alana retorted without a blink at the defiant tone of the woman who was sitting cross-legged suspended in the air. "I see you have embraced the same path as Grandma Alicia," she continued as the corners of her lips finally quivered to let out the smile she was trying in vain to suppress.

"I realized her nagging wasn't that useless. Magic is really fun when you forget the limits and have a solid foundation to build on." She shrugged and continued to stare intently at her cousin.