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Sylvia:  Observing things like that always made me feel reluctant to get involved with anyone… Oh, and I put the water back, of course.” Sylvia was frozen stiff, and Oscar had fallen silent, too. Getting involved with a witch certainly did risk angry outbursts on an entirely different scale. Suddenly, the most powerful witch’s aversion to love affairs seemed a very wise decision indeed. Even then, one couldn’t deny that Tinasha was exceedingly awkward with humans. She appeared aloof as long as she kept people at a certain distance, but once anyone got to know her, they quickly realized how unaccustomed she was with socializing. That was likely why Tinasha was so apathetic, even to herself.
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Oscar:  Shaking his head, Oscar patted Tinasha’s hair.
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Tinasha:  She looked up at him, perplexed.
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Oscar:  “Well, let’s put a pin in that. I’m an exception, so think of me as something different.”
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Tinasha:  “Really?” Tinasha asked.
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Oscar:  “Really. We’ve got half a year left, so I’ll wait until then.”
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Tinasha:  “Hold on. I don’t think this is something that just needs a little more time…,” Tinasha protested frankly
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Oscar:  Oscar paid the remark no mind and merely grinned. The hand on her head slid down to caress her cheek. “I’m pretty confident that you’ll change your mind. I suit you.”
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Tinasha:  “…I really don’t understand,” Tinasha said, shaking her head. Her dark eyes seemed to search the air for something invisible. “So shall it be defined by me.” At those words, crystal balls no larger than one’s fingernail began to float in the air. A dozen spheres glided slowly as if guided on wires. Each lazily came to rest in place on the red lines that delineated the spell. Tinasha made sure they were all in their proper spots before beginning her incantation. “I pray that these words will turn to poison. Let them sow seeds of thorns.” Her voice sang out the words. As the infinitely complex spell took shape, her mind wandered. If love could kill someone, then was that feeling in and of itself a contradiction? Whether a person killed out of love or out of hate, it brought on death all the same. Why then did humans treat them as totally different things? Only the one who killed could know the truth of their motive, and even they couldn’t be absolutely sure. Sweat beaded on her ivory forehead. Cautious and precise, Tinasha wove together her power and her intention. “Fate goes round in a loop, impossible to escape.” Each line made the air vibrate, and the crystal balls rotated accordingly. “No one shall touch it nor change it. Let my words turn to poison.”