The morning sun filtered through Melisa's bedroom window. She stood in the center of her room, already sweating despite the early hour.
[Alright,] she thought, centering herself, wiping away some of the sweat gathering at the base of her horns. [Let's start with the charm.]
Quickly, she drew the spellsign and incantation. With a hand up, Melisa said:
"Pheromono desiderium proicere!"
As soon as she spoke the words, the magic flowed through her veins like liquid fire, making her skin tingle. And Melisa took that magic and directed it at a small potted plant on her windowsill.
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Nothing really happened but Melisa imagined that if this plant could talk it'd be the most lovestruck plant ever seen.
[UUUGH!] Melisa looked down at her own hands. [The software developer in me is itching to optimize this. L-Like, maybe if I tweaked the incantation... If I took some lines from another spellsign, o-or...]
