He moved with her gentle urging, though his eyes remained distant, lost in thought. That is, until she spoke again, blinking once.
"You cannot leave the magic..." His words were reverent in completing the phrase, then he laughed gently and leaned his weight against her in kind. "You're right, Mokey. I guess it just... slipped my mind."
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"You cannot leave the magic..." His words were reverent in completing the phrase, then he laughed gently and leaned his weight against her in kind. "You're right, Mokey. I guess it just... slipped my mind."