Zoey's shrill, child-like voice shattered Asleif's concentration, her painstaking work into crafting a new crystal ball scattering on the beach like the sand it was.
A snarl of anger contorted her face, before she turned and saw that it was Zoey. It quickly faded to be replaced by one of puzzlement.
"And whom doth "us" entail, little mortal?"
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