"Smells delicious, Autor," she says, seeing the croissant. "Tea, I think. That citrus-lavender blend."
Rae hesitates taking a bite of the pastry, instead tearing off the end to let the earthy, spicy scented steam rise from the yam filling.
"I wouldn't think so, over this distance," Rae murmurs back, "but if the possibility bothers you..." She concentrates, making a lowering motion with her hand. A translucent veil descends around them, blocking the ambient chatter of the bar from their hearing and likewise blocking the sounds of their voices from the rest of the bar.
Even if she had learned about that spell from Balthazar during her night in the cells, not wanting Eric to spend the time listening to her racing heartbeat as her nightmares plagued her, it has come in handy.
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Rae hesitates taking a bite of the pastry, instead tearing off the end to let the earthy, spicy scented steam rise from the yam filling.
"I wouldn't think so, over this distance," Rae murmurs back, "but if the possibility bothers you..." She concentrates, making a lowering motion with her hand. A translucent veil descends around them, blocking the ambient chatter of the bar from their hearing and likewise blocking the sounds of their voices from the rest of the bar.
Even if she had learned about that spell from Balthazar during her night in the cells, not wanting Eric to spend the time listening to her racing heartbeat as her nightmares plagued her, it has come in handy.