CHAPTER NINE
The air was crisp, with the smell of rotting leaves and sound of them crunching underfoot as the girl's quiet footsteps fell in tandem. Parents that had been happy to see the girls back the night before earlier than expected had just as quickly become resigned to accepting that their daughters may still end up attending school later than appropriate, although for an equally good reason. Cat replayed the conversation as she inhaled the cool fall air.
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CAT'S PARENTS LISTENED to the story of the weekend's events, after which her dad leaned forward in his chair.
"So you're telling me that she's a water magic? And she was born in the 1890's? That's unbelievable!"
Cat smiled at his fascination.
"Yes, she said April of 1890, I think. She's mostly untrained though, so we
