"By Jupiter's beard," Cait said as she threw up an ice shield to avoid the dirt coming at her. "Truce!" she yelled. It was the one word that would get them both to stop. They fought, but they fought fair. Most of the time.
Cait ran up to the stranger, with wings, standing at the front door. She pulled the water out of his fathers.
"Sorry about that."
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