“Stop it” scolded Marcia, “You never know who’s listenin’.” (Patreon)

“Have a look. Nobody’s around!” May argued. “They have maaaagic,” Marcia whispered back, “we don’t need ta see them for them ta hear us.” May’s face reddened. “That’s what they want us to think. To live in fear of them all the time, while I for one—well, hello, what have we here?”