Martin's discs were really cool, and a spell Marlow couldn't replicate so well. Once it was done, however, she could direct it at will.
It rose while she sat down to dangle her legs over the edge. In a minute she was hovering near Martin and gazing down at the poor confused sea lions. The crowd surrounding the pool heard voices and looked around for the source, but it was New York. They were used to weird and unusual.
"They have such funny whiskers."
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