The boy's explanation, while perhaps good enough for a gullible soul, made little sense to Flora. She cast him a dubious glance and mindlessly poked the pebble with a finger.
"I don't think magic works that way," she pointed out, flipping it over to examine it closer. "There has to be a catalyst of some sort for magic to work, and I don't think staring counts."
"I don't think magic works that way," she pointed out, flipping it over to examine it closer. "There has to be a catalyst of some sort for magic to work, and I don't think staring counts."
