Ford stared. Mia flushed as everyone looked at her.
"It's not a secret," She pursed her lips defensively. "Uncle Trace tried to keep his magic a secret for a long time, and that wound up going very badly."
"Mia," Sarah's voice held a warning, which Ford desperately wanted the young woman to disregard. What were they hiding?
"I'm sorry, I'm just very curious." Ford ducked his head.
He wondered if they were all rich because of magic, like how Martin had made more money than the other miners. It would make this fine, clean house make sense to him. None of the bunkhouses were this well made; he was willing to bet there weren't even leaks in this roof.
"That's natural," Grandpa smiled lightly and waved three fingers in the air. Ford watched a pair of moths come in through an open window and land on the old man's index finger. "Say hi to Mothbert and TiMOTHy."
"Excuse me?" Ford blinked several times.
