A few minutes later, Emily was sitting, cross-legged, in a small, round space, surrounded by what looked like a dark mist.
This was the sigil Elora had crafted so that she wouldn't have to bear witness to what was happening to Emma, despite being in the same room.
She was still wearing the same outfit as always, a black crop top and cargo pants in a somewhat alternative style, but there was something new about her as well. There was a sigil, just below her navel. It wasn't anything like the tattoo Emma had, however, and looked more like a regular sigil of unclear purpose.
Naturally, this was the sigil that Elora had dared her with.
Emily didn't know what its purpose was yet, but, so far, she felt nothing from it, although she was sure that wouldn't last long. Just as she was sure Elora would know if she made a sound, even while in this bubble.
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