Bastien’s Point of View
“You read my mind!” I told Dylan as I helped her get what we needed for the conjuring. “Not just because I’m dying to see her, but because we need her input. Remember what I told you, you have to read between the lines with what she tells us.”
“I hate the rule” Dylan grumbled as she pulled things of shelves.
“Me too, Jr, me too.” We carried the conjuring supplies to the living room and put them on the massive coffee table. Dylan and I held hands, she reached for Laa.
“Don’t just sit there” she smiled.
“I didn’t want to intrude, neither of you need my help” Laa smiled kindly at her.
“I’m pretty sure we do. Come” Dylan wiggled her fingers at Laa while she stood to join us. The three of us chanted until she appeared, the power created by all three of us was
