To her horror, it was Nicola's dress that she'd torn. Mattie's hands dropped and she reached out to her sister, but pulled away. "I can fix it!"
At least, she thought she could. She needed to, now, to save herself some face. It was the first time she'd seen her little sister outside of the awkward family gatherings around the holidays, and those usually ended with a lecture from either one or both their parents about how she was wasting her life away with her music. She didn't have much to show for it yet, but art took time! It was what she loved doing, so why should it be rushed? Mattie could clearly take care of herself and didn't need the savings account that had been frozen from her until she got a real, decent job.
What a silly world they lived in, where she was punished for using her mind instead of following the commands of others. Mattie's eyes lifted to the ceiling for a quick second, hoping to put that thought solidly into her memories because it had the potential to become a nice lyric. She could already hear the melody, with a strong percussion like that of a militia's drums---
The dress!
"I can fix it if you let me," she said, snapping back to the present. "I'm good at those spells, remember?"
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