Triste excused herself from the group, citing the call of nature.
She went outside the shop and behind some foliage. Quickly she pulled out a mirror and cast a spell to contact her closest ally.
“Mirror mirror in my hand, where is Brooke in the land?”
“Hello?” A clear voice rang out and slowly a face came into focus.
Triste’s brow knit in confusion as Zelda came into focus. “Who is this?” she demanded.
“Oh hi Kristen! It’s Brooke! I managed to make myself look like and sound like Zelda! I’ve been rehearsing all the lines she says. I should be able to give them good directions when they arrive.” Brooke nearly sang out this phrase.
Kristen breathed a sigh of relief. “Be sure to call me Triste. It’s going to be hard enough if they catch me casting a spell. Did the dissembling and memory scrambling spells work?”
Brooke’s side of the mirror shook slightly and her eyes darted to the right. She declared “Yes. At full strength, like you said.”
“Thank you Brooke. I trust my Sphynxes are in the best of care?” Kristen’s voice turned incredibly soft when she talked about her precious kitties.
Brooke nodded vigorously “Yes!”
Kristen gave a satisfied nod, bade Brooke farewell, and ended the call.
“Mirror mirror, without a blur. Go back to the way you were.”
