Adagio Dazzle looked over the dwarf conifer in front of her, lifting up the hedge scissor with both hands and determinately starting to cut of one branch after another, working to remove all the dead or sick parts of the bush in a halfhearted attempt to save what was left of the parasite infected dwarf tree. She was soon interrupted, however, as several bits of curly, orange hair clouded her vision so much she could hardly see the plant in front of her.
Putting down the scissor, she impatiently brought her glove covered hand to her forward, grabbing the troubling bits of hair and lifting them up, out of her eyes. But as she was about to put them behind her ear, she froze. In her hand, she could see them dancing around on gusts of air blowing past them instead hanging lifelessly in between her thumb and the palm of her hand like they’d been doing minutes ago.
Standing up, the conifer momentarily forgotten, Adagio knew that something was very, very wrong, and because something was so very wrong, she knew she had no choice but to try and do something she hadn’t done in almost twenty years. Because if it worked, and she could sense the magic in her surrounding, then it’d be a miracle in the face of it.
Slowly closing her eyes and letting her body relax, she focused her hole being on trying to sense if there was any magic in her surroundings and trying to detect and identify magic auras in the environment.
To her own great surprise and astonishment, she did not only sense magic in the air around her, but she could also sense a weak pulse of magic inside herself, and an even greater pulse from somewhere in her house. She also imagined sensing an undefined number of pulses further away, but because of her own weak ability, there was no way for her to say anything with safety.
Opening her eyes again, Adagio immediately knew something very extreme, practically impossible, had happened right there and then, in her own little garden. She had regained a smaller part of her magic, more than she’d ever hoped to have, despite not having any use for it anymore.
However, something bothered her: There had been a second, much more powerful magic pulse, she knew for sure, and it had been not far away, in her own house, too. Adagio knew there was only one person who could have been the owner and source of the magic pulse…
“Crescendo! Could you come out here please?”