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Stone in the shoe

When you were a kid, you lived with your grandmother in the small town of Silvertree, on the edge of a magical forest. Grandma is a witch, and she taught you how to use your magic to affect the natural world, too. “Magic is a part of you,” she always told you. “Learning how to use it means figuring out who you are.” Now you’re 19 and on your own. After years of living in the forest while you perfected your witchcraft, you’ve returned to take care of your grandmother’s house and crow-familiar while she’s gone. Figuring out who you are feels more important than ever - not to mention, figuring out what Silvertree is. A lot is just as you remembered: the friendly generous next-door neighbors with a kid just your age, the proud town council, the quaint little shops with quirky punny names, the gentle shadowy forest full of magic.

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You crouch down to start scratching behind her ears, and before long, Dot's tail is a blur. After a few moments, she takes off running after Daisy, but she comes back around a few times to sniff at you again.

"Yep, they know what day it is. They get more treats today than the rest of the year put together," Maxie tells you. "I think they can't wait to show off some of their tricks—and speaking of which, I can't wait to see these works of art Tobias promised us!"

Next to you, you hear Tobias take in a deep breath before tentatively unfurling his banner. You decide to follow suit.

"Um, so, I did yours, and Huknock did Mom's," he says, handing Maxie his brilliantly technicolor banner. "It's—I mean, I hope it's okay."

Tobias fidgets uncomfortably while his parents are silent—but as soon as Maxie sees their banner, they beam and can't resist pulling Tobias into another hug.

"Honey, this is incredible!" they say, holding up the banner for everyone to admire. "See, this is why I'm always saying you should find an art class. Who knows how good you could end up?"

Now that Maxie has let Tobias go, you can see his face is a little flushed with embarrassment—but also, you think, genuine happiness at having made his parents proud. On the other hand, you see him hesitate at the mention of art class, and although he doesn't say anything, you know why the idea has him less than thrilled.

Next, you pass Zoe your "Art of Flower Arranging" sign and wait for a verdict. She casts her eye over it, and you get the feeling that she's genuinely impressed by your design.

"Oh, wow, Huknock," she says excitedly, "this is fantastic. People are definitely going to be stopping by."

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