Dorothy had just stepped out of the shower when Magnolia stood up on her hind legs, ears pricked and twitching. The rabbit familiar leapt up to the windowsill, big black eyes squinting as she looked out in the direction of the road.<br/><br/>"Do you hear something?" Dorothy asked as she wrapped her hair up in a towel and began drying off the rest of her body.<br/><br/>“No, rather I sense something,” replied the familiar, tilting her head as if to adjust her hearing. “Magic.”<br/><br/>Dorothy shook her head as she began to smooth lotion across her arms. In only a few moments, the bathroom smelled of gardenias and fresh linen. Her own mother’s little recipe that she had passed down to her own daughters. They sold the oils and potions in the shop, and they were always popular with the women of Westwend.<br/><br/>“That’s impossible,” she said, raising her brows in disbelief. “We’re the only mages for miles. We have been for generations. The boundaries are supposed to keep all magic out by our family’s.”<br/><br/>“Aye, but it’s been many years now, possible it’s letting in benign magic. Prudence made the boundaries to keep dark magic out. Was always more powerful than she believed though. Shocked even her when all magic was forbidden within town limits. Either it’s finally letting up on friendlies or we need to strengthen the boundaries.”<br/><br/>Uncertainty pricking the back of Dorothy’s neck, she proceeded to finishing applying lotion and put on her pajamas. Friendly or not, she had no wish to greet guests in nothing but a towel.