Which came first, the phoenix or the flame? I don't LIKE the measuring tape.
Brandon couldn't understand why the man was so nice and patient. But he didn't want him to stop being nice and patient, so he tried to do what the shopkeeper wanted and make all the correct faces and take up as little time as possible. He took the next wand. This one... he wasn't sure about it. He switched it between his hands three or four times, trying to figure out if that made the wand feel more or less right. Nobody seemed to mind that he was taking his time. He settled on the right hand.
He waved it, creating a beam of brilliant light. He looked at the shopkeeper again. Brandon wasn't sure if that meant the wand was his or not, but he did know that he felt a wave of strong reluctance at the thought of giving it back. His fingers tightened around it, holding more securely.
He'd created a light. That meant the wand was his now, right? Nobody was going to suddenly make him take a different one? Because this was the one he wanted. It was his. and he would cry if anyone tried to take it away because it was his it was his
It was doing the light thing again. "I need this one," he said firmly. "How much should I pay for it?" |