human
Tinasha:  It was the duty of the survivors to keep moving forward—that was what she believed now. While Tinasha was rereading the papers, she smelled a strange odor and glanced outside.
gpt
Mila:  Mila noticed her frowning and asked, “What is it, Lady Tinasha?”
human
Tinasha:  “Well, it’s just… I’ve caught a whiff of a bit of odd magic.”
gpt
Mila:  “Have you? I don’t sense anything.”
human
Tinasha:  “I suppose it’s just my imagination. Maybe someone’s practicing their spells.” Tinasha jumped off the windowsill onto the floor. Spirits had been posted in the palace during her three-day absence, but they had reported nothing out of the ordinary. The castle was teeming with mages who often used magic in their research and training. Tinasha decided it was nothing to worry about. She pulled out her chair and sat back down at her desk, pasted her queen’s smile on her face, and reached for the stack of pending documents.