The one standing over her was bigger than the pink one. Her horn was longer, her legs a little leaner. There was a sense of command to her bearing, of power. It was the same sense Olivia might’ve gotten from a general, surrounded by adoring troops. “Mi relative certas ke ĝi funkciis. La sorĉolibro de Meadowbrook klarigis. Ŝiaj okuloj nun movas alie.” 