Bewitched

At the sight of the vessel, Nero pads over, then hops in before I do. It’s only when I hear a wet squish that I remember there’s a dead snake carcass on our boat.

Awesome. Really stoked to board this thing.

I have to take a few deep breaths. It could be worse—I could’ve forgotten there was a dead snake and stepped on it. Or my earlier repairs to the dinghy could’ve given out and sunk the thing. Or the boat could’ve drifted away altogether.

So I delicately situate myself on the dinghy and force out more magic to blow the boat across the river.

It’s only once we’re nearly to the other side that I realize I have no idea where the crashed plane is or how I’m supposed to get back to it from here.

Hell’s spells.

I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose.

A minute later it begins to rain.

The universe definitely hates me today.

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