Chapter Twenty-One
The next morning, Beautimus taught the second half of her Earth History Class. On her walk to the university, she ran into the lovely Angeline, the chinchilla who’d sold the shar pendant to Beautimus at the fair.
“Good Morning, Ms. Bea. Nice day, isn’t it?”
“Yes indeed it is, Angeline.”
“I see you are wearing the pendant. Have you discovered its magical property?”
“I think so. Does it detect another’s genuine love?”
“Yes and no. It cannot detect another’s love unless the wearer was born with a gift.”
“But, I have no gift, Angeline. That’s one reason Lady Rhianna never named me a Wise Woman. To be a Wise Woman I’d have had to have been born with an innate ability to create magic, been gifted with clairaudience, clairsentience, or clairvoyance, or have some other na
