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Bella very carefully checked just how firewitchy her firstborn was before letting her do anything with hot glass - healing spells or no healing spells, getting burned is reportedly not fun - but now Carinna's allowed to play with the gooey warm stuff as much as she likes, provided she is careful not to get it under her fingernails where it would be hard to get out again. It's better than clay. It glows pretty - Carinna isn't firewitchy enough to heat it up again if it cools, but she can stick it in the fireplace and then pull it back out again whenever she likes. She sits on the floor next to Bella in Bella's workshop. Bella's making lenses. Carinna's making - something.
She thinks it's a pretty something! She holds it in place, covered in fingerprints and glowing bright, till it holds its own shape, and then she gets up and carries it out the door and runs around looking for Grandma Marianne. Where's Grandma Marianne?
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"Magic," says Shell Bell brightly. "Offworld wishing magic. I won't hurt the flowers, I can put them back how they are after."
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"They won't burn anyone or anything," says Shell Bell. "Not literally all the guests are going to show up fireproof. I mean, Bells will, but we're a little paranoid."
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Shell Bell claps her hands together and wishes a Bellparty pavilion with its appropriate subrooms, buffet, bowls for courtesy squares and triangles (which appear full), nametag setup (apparently the nametag wish thinks the queen is "a Maria"), and harmless fireflowers. Shell Bell picks one and tucks it behind her ear.
"Are we all set?" she inquires. "Where are the little beads, aren't they coming? Angela doesn't tell her kids about magic till they're a little older but the jig's up with yours."
"Are we all set?" she inquires. "Where are the little beads, aren't they coming? Angela doesn't tell her kids about magic till they're a little older but the jig's up with yours."
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"And Rose's kids are rosebuds and Angela's are cherubs. Goodness only knows what silly nickname mine will get, if and when," Shell Bell says. "If you don't like 'beads' you can pick something else; at least they're one-of-a-kind and won't go around with nametags that say 'template unnamed' till further notice."
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"Awesome," says Shell Bell, grinning. "And Jane can gather up everyone else." She taps her Janegem.
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