Vixenscratch

<<< Go back to Mirror, Mirror He gasped in pain when someone gently shook him awake, even that tiny bit of motion sending pain lancing between his temples. It was, hands down, the worst headache he’d ever had the misfortune to suffer. “Soeman?”

 “Anli! Have’d you see’d my mirror?” The gazelle-like construct lying curled up on a rug by the boy’s bed didn’t even lift her head; barely cracked an eye open. “You put’d it on your shelf next to your Scrying textbook.”