[ If Cora notes the strangeness to Daniel's smile, she makes no effort to acknowledge it. Adults are strange but predictable at turns, much in the same way kids her age are too. Why that is and how she understands it, she doesn't quite get — something in her magic, she thinks, and the way it feels for others. (In the end, not a big deal and so she doesn't dwell on it.) But where some people would take such empathy and turn it outwards, directing it towards others with a kind of generous compassion, Cora manipulates it inward, reeling in the people around her with its afterglow wake. Selfish in the way Amyranth raised her to be. A model daughter.
The swing tips slightly to one side as she shifts her weight, stooping just far enough to tickle the top of the goat's fuzzy head. ] Could make 'em spell out your name and everything, marching band style, [ she says but knows, in the end, David would take the offer. (The thought rankles her ego a little bit, but what sixteen year old girl didn't take that sort of thing personally.) ]
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The swing tips slightly to one side as she shifts her weight, stooping just far enough to tickle the top of the goat's fuzzy head. ] Could make 'em spell out your name and everything, marching band style, [ she says but knows, in the end, David would take the offer. (The thought rankles her ego a little bit, but what sixteen year old girl didn't take that sort of thing personally.) ]