There were no words to describe Amy’s awe and horror. Her muscles shook as she did not know how to react. Speech left her and she just stood there, staring at the robed Oracle with her mouth gaped open like she was some sort of an imbecile. Slowly, she turned her head to look at Geneva.
The Swan was as stunned as Amy was. Her eyes were as wide as marbles and her whole body looked tense as though she wasn’t expecting the summoning spell to work. After several breaths, Geneva managed to gather her composure. Swallowing hard, she took a step forward and moved to fall on her knees, the grimoire cradled between her arm and chest. “High Oracle,” she muttered. “It was I, Geneva of the Gustav lineage, who summoned you here. I am grateful beyond words that you chose to heed my call.”
“Chose?” ask
