Beware the blade, April said. Snow was used to being hunted, she could take care of herself. This sweet girl was a seer.
As April talked her eyes were green now, and her hair changed as well. This was some powerful magic. Snow would just have to be vigilant when the sun was high. Surely, she could avoid the blade.
"April," she screamed as the younger girl fell to the floor. "Get me a wet towel," she hollered to the wait staff.
Soon they were there with the towel, and Snow was gently rubbing April's face after folding it up smaller.