The magical intoxication from the healing pools had transformed Samantha into a force of unpredictable energy. Her hybrid reflexes and magically lowered inhibitions created a perfect storm of potential chaos.
"Stay," she repeated to Aspen, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of mischief and magical intensity.
Aspen looked momentarily trapped, like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming magical tornado. "I really shouldn't—"
But Samantha was already in motion. With a giggle that was part seduction, part pure silliness, she began what could only be described as the most awkward magical flirtation in the history of the Grove.
"You," she announced dramatically, pointing at Aspen, "are the PRETTIEST magical being I've ever seen!" She attempted to strike a sultry pose but instead nearly toppled over, catching herself at the last moment.
