Aery stared at the dagger, hiding her expression. Finally she looked up at the man, weariness, and still that edge of fear, in her blue-gray eyes. "What do you want from us? Why do you walk in these halls, why do you spell my people?"
Ame picked up the shackles, yelped at a spark of her magic being sucked away, and dropped them. "That is a terribly powerful spell."
To Aery she thought, [i]I'm so glad I don't have to try to fight those two witches. I sincerely doubt that I could.[/i]