“Maybe that other corcei was right,” Gina whispered to herself outside the door of the modification spell shop, “Maybe I need to pay more attention to my looks rather than how smart I am.”
She swung the door open. Many potions could be seen on the shelves, and a reddish-brown corcei stood a short length away, helping out two other corceis that seemed a bit younger than Gina, but were clearly still adults. The ...
