The sights, the sounds, the scents and the feelings all rushed into me, but I focused on what I could see with my eyes and hear with my ears.
A collective gasp ran through the crowd of spectators, only to transform into a raising murmur of voices. Exclamations of shock, appraisal and curiosity reached my ears, but I couldn't catch much of it with all the voices overlapping each other.
"Could she be…"
"…so big!"
"…didn't see her before…"
"…one of the mutts…"
"…a new arch-witch?"
The general reaction of the public, though, was clear. I clenched my fists and my jaws to stop them from shaking as I stood under everyone's, and most importantly, Sofia's, scrutiny. Even if everyone was so impressed, I found I didn't like it one bit. I had nothing to be proud of here—this well was just something I was born with. A tool for my goals.
