It was a simple spell trap. Only two colors and not much variation between them. Six strands that I could differentiate.
“You said you mentally untangle the knots. How are you doing that?” Lunessa asked softly.
“I…” I shrugged. “I don’t know. I just do.”
“The intuition is so strong that you don’t even think about it anymore, but we do need you to think about it,” Irene said with a chuckle. “Think it through.”
Annoyed at the interruption, and the thought of having to explain myself, I focused on the tangled threads again. “I pull them apart like laces on a shoe. I’m not physically untying them, obviously. I figure out the rotation and then…oh.”
“Oh?” Ava repeated.
“I guess I’m not pulling at the threads at all. They’re dissolving and then drifting toward me. I’m…I call to them. One li
