"Probably best," Daine acknowledges, giving the girl a sympathetic smile. Her own magic had never exactly been a torment, but there's no denying that it made her childhood difficult in many ways. And she knows from unpleasant experience just how easy it is for adults with ill intentions to manipulate children's feelings. Regardless of how common powers are in Molly's universe, it's just as well that she keep hers under wraps.
"But I'm glad you told me," she adds. "And I'll keep it secret." She's good at keeping secrets. You sort of have to be, if you want animals to give you the time of day (though mice are, admittedly, terrible gossips).
She's about to comment on the limits of her own powers, distance-wise, when they round a corner and are confronted by a door. It's a relatively nice door, all things considered - not rusted shut or anything unpleasant like that - but the only apparent means of opening it is a numbered keypad.
"Huh," Daine says, poking at a few of the buttons and getting nothing but a red blinking light in response. "Well, this is silly. Are we supposed to just guess?"
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"But I'm glad you told me," she adds. "And I'll keep it secret." She's good at keeping secrets. You sort of have to be, if you want animals to give you the time of day (though mice are, admittedly, terrible gossips).
She's about to comment on the limits of her own powers, distance-wise, when they round a corner and are confronted by a door. It's a relatively nice door, all things considered - not rusted shut or anything unpleasant like that - but the only apparent means of opening it is a numbered keypad.
"Huh," Daine says, poking at a few of the buttons and getting nothing but a red blinking light in response. "Well, this is silly. Are we supposed to just guess?"