The Writer's Café

"Where did you get magic before you started stealing mine?" asked Reg, her voice full of anger. She put a forcefield around her magic so that when it becomes airborne Star can't steal it. Then, Star's guantlets burst into flames. "Stealing magic is a terrible crime, Star." she says seriously.
 
Irin looks to a certain spot in mid air and tolls her eyes. "Not now..." she says. She goes into the kitchen, waves her hand and a door apears. She walks in and the door disapears behind her.
 
"I wonder what it would take to capture a spirit in these things..." Star puts them both on and attaches a part meant to allowed enhanced and controlled containment. "Worst case scenario, I end up like lady was yesterday." Star commented.
 
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