Chapter Three
Storm takes the lead, stepping into the mist where the hole just was. I expect him to fall, but nothing happens. It looks as if he’s still standing on solid ground. Weird. Magic is so weird.
“Watch and learn,” he grins and stamps once with his right foot. Then he sinks into the earth.
It’s like he’s standing on an elevator that’s slowly going down. He stands there patiently, watching my reaction as he descends ever further. When only his head is above ground, he winks. Storm is enjoying this, that much is clear. Am I going to see more of the playful Storm today? I very much hope so. He’s been so serious recently, taking on his old role in the Palace. He deserves to have some fun. Preferably with me on a blanket. Without the unicorn.
“Want to go next?” Crispin asks me and
