Darilus’s POV
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The next morning I chant the same spell to get us out of the snowball. Bifta, Liam, and the other cursed folk are waiting for us. They circle the snowball. I don’t really know the exact number, but a day inside the snowball is only a few hours in the real world.
Once outside, Sania glides to the pond, creating a distance from everyone. There is this air around her that she wants to be alone.
Liam slaps my chest and asks, “What did you do to her? Did you do it too roughly?”
I smack his head in return. “We didn’t do it.”
“What?” Liam asks, “But you are wearing different clothes.”
“I took one of the clothes magically added in the snowball,” I say, “Solar eclipse is the wrong eclipse for us. Instead of making us stay in our original forms, we retain our animal forms. A
