16
Lawrence
I watched Reine and Rhys leave through the store and listened as the crystals sang to them. My attachment to the element of earth gave me interesting little glimpses like that sometimes. The crystals also talked to me. While I couldn't quite make out what they were trying to say—I was too out of practice with using the gargoyle part of my brain—I smiled at the tone and cadence, like they tried to share juicy tidbits of gossip with me. The large black onyx bowl, however, remained silent no matter how hard I looked at it or tried to nudge it with my mind.
"You have a strong earth connection," Aria said. "Would you like to try a scrying?"
"Ah, thank you, but no." I backed away. "My talents do not lie in that direction."
"Oh, come on, Uncle Lawrence," Kestrel teased. Her impis
