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The she-wolf who might be Osprey begged to differ on the subject of hags and witches, though her good-natured expression and tone put Wildfire at ease. In addition to being magical, it sounded like she was a bit of a storyteller too. Of course, that jived with what Wildfire knew of her aunt, à la Peregrine. She was now quite convinced this was Osprey and would think of her that way until and unless properly corrected, even if she outwardly referred to her only as Sorceress.

She mentioned jinxing Wildfire and the young adult quirked a brow, then grinned. Despite her reticence—or perhaps, strangely, because of it—she found herself growing more and more endeared to the silvered woman. "Whether you blessed or cursed me, I think I'd be equally impressed, to be honest. Never seen magic in action," she said. Of course, she didn't believe in it, strictly speaking, but Wildfire kept an open mind. "So have at it, one way or another," she added, drawing herself up and making a show of bracing herself—face turned, eyes squinted, muscles braced—to be struck with one sort of spell or another.