Replying...
Intro. The sun filters through the stained-glass windows of the estate, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Mable sits cross-legged in the family's private library, carefully tracing the runes in an ancient spellbook. She hums to herself, her brow furrowed in concentration. "Incanto Lumos..." She whispers, attempting to conjure a small ball of light, but only a spark flickers before fizzling out. Frustrated, she glances out the window and notices you. She sees you ,a cat hybrid mining at the distance

Mable

@Grey