The Spellshop

But I do know books—and that meant there was nothing she couldn’t know, eventually. That was a magic in and of itself.

Now, what do you need?”

Everything, she wanted to say.

She needed her library back. She needed her parents, even though it had been so many years. She needed to feel safe again. And she needed to have a purpose again. She needed to be needed—and to be wanted.

But what came out of her mouth was: “Food. Seeds. And maybe a chicken?”

Taking a breath, Kiela went with the same line that had worked so well with Larran. “I’d had enough of the city.”

That won a few scattered nods, especially from the centaur