When I got back to the shop side, Amelia was excitedly talking with a girl who looked like Val, but short and less colorful. Her skin was pale and her hair was black instead of Val’s dark chestnut brown.
She looked over at me and smiled. Her eyes were a greener sort of hazel than his. The monochromatic effect of her black lashes and brows against her white skin made the green in her eyes pop.
I walked over to her and stuck out my hand. She hesitated, then took it. I sent a little charge of power at her and she returned it. I reached out with my plant magic. It met hers like it was an old friend.
My magic tended to feel caring and responsible with Val’s, as if he was a child, but Echo’s magic felt mature. Like she was as old and practiced as I was. She must have been a really attentiv
