Eighteen minutes more. I mused, watching the clock. Eighteen minutes until I sneaked out of the house and into the forest.
I looked at the backpack lying idly on the bed beside me. I had everything arranged for this little journey—prepared for whatever consequences might happen along the way. There were even snacks—because a woman could never be caught hungry, right?
But I was tired of sitting and waiting. It wasn't a surprise then, when El slipped into my mind and reminded me of the Queen's letter and her impossible request.
Maybe I should send her a reply now, I concluded, a furrow marring my forehead. I shouldn't have to meet her physically.
A large smile broke out on my lips as the mystical process of ensuring the communication took shape in my mind. I love magic!
With the picture in my head—and with El's help—I visualized the possible description of the Queen, her hands; while my hands reached for a paper and pen.
