[A single wingbeat, and fire no longer crackled at Amelia's scaly heels. She didn't trust herself to turn her head separately, so instead clumsily wheeled herself around in the air. The witch was gone, and only Vera remained. That was...well, it'd just have to do.]
That is that, I suppose.
[She's. She's still a bird. She's not changing back. Great. Wonderful.
There must be something in this room that could reverse this. In the corners? Near where the witch was standing?]
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That is that, I suppose.
[She's. She's still a bird. She's not changing back. Great. Wonderful.
There must be something in this room that could reverse this. In the corners? Near where the witch was standing?]