short story bc there is no camileda 🫡 "right.." camila nodded at that. "well, anyways, you do know magic at least, do you not?" "oh, i know magic, pretty girl." eda speaks before she thinks - as usual. she coughs when her words process, a light pink spreading on her cheeks. it was easy to see, especially in contrast to her pale skin. "pretty-pretty good. i, uhm, i know magic pretty good." she lets out a dry chuckle, an attempt to hide her embarrassment.
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