Isabella steps over it and kneels in the center of her circle, hands on her knees, breathing shallowly. Path remains outside, facing her, sitting on the floor.
"Sugar circle, seek and bring The compass that can, silent, sing. Find it, bring it, take it here, From its place to somewhere near, And in my hands place honesty And give Alethia to me."
The sugar runes are scattered into a fine dust of sweetness all over the room with a sudden wind.
The lights flicker.
And when they come back up, Isabella is holding a slightly dented alethiometer.
She instantly shrieks with delight and hugs her device.
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Isabella steps over it and kneels in the center of her circle, hands on her knees, breathing shallowly. Path remains outside, facing her, sitting on the floor.
"Sugar circle, seek and bring
The compass that can, silent, sing.
Find it, bring it, take it here,
From its place to somewhere near,
And in my hands place honesty
And give Alethia to me."
The sugar runes are scattered into a fine dust of sweetness all over the room with a sudden wind.
The lights flicker.
And when they come back up, Isabella is holding a slightly dented alethiometer.
She instantly shrieks with delight and hugs her device.