Quentin did a magic trick. Nobody noticed. (magictrick) wrote in valloic,
Abra's grin broadened. Her next word wasn't spoken out loud, but it was as natural as talking between them: Guess.
She wanted to draw out this moment as long as possible. She wanted him to be as excited to hear it as she was to tell him. Her feet were nearly skipping on the ground next to him. She was still young. It didn't require her to muster her energy or enthusiasm to do so. Like her shine, she had an overabundance.