Telrim hesitates for a second before she sits down on the abandoned chair. The good sub-visser won't be needing it now. It's still deeply odd to find herself sitting at his desk, eliminating his notifications as she gains access to her late superior's files.
"That spell you cast on the Andalite," she says, eyes on the display. "What did it do exactly?"
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Date: 2014-06-05 01:41 am (UTC)"That spell you cast on the Andalite," she says, eyes on the display. "What did it do exactly?"