Mystified

Mage Nuthatch was in his room on the phone when I walked into the house, so I decided to wait for him in the living room. I had no idea what he was doing, who he was talking to, or why, but there was little I could do until he decided to come out and talk to me. I hoped that I hadn’t broken some other rule I was unaware of when I created my unicorn friend. There really needed to be a handbook of some sort for new mages. I was sitting there, thinking about the sorts of information that should be recorded in such a book when Melanie walked in, an odd look on her face, something between a smile and a timid questioning stare.

“Hi, Mel,” I said, looking at her with an arched eyebrow. “Everything okay?”

“I think so,” she said, walking slowly as she crossed the room and sat down in a chair near where I was perched on the end o