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“Milton…? Milton!” Mars only sweated a little as they knocked on Milton’s cottage door. One of their many paws was still holding Skipper, who was giggling all the while as she figured out that due to the unstable magic all around them, she could now blow bubbles out of her little head feelers just by thinking and wishing for it a little bit. Taking care of a puppypi...

Mars frowned as they browsed through the shelves. Since Sasha was still making sure Skipper was staying out of trouble, they decided that the best use of their own time would be to try reversing the effects - or at least, see if they would be able to get their own magic back under control so they could ensure Skipper wasn’t going to blow up the stove accidentally. Or on p...

Mars was at her wits’ end when it came to this situation.Her puppypillar, not even a year old yet, could suddenly do all kinds of spells that took a lifetime of dedication and work to the craft, and yet now she couldn’t even cast the simplest of cantrips.She grumbled. Almost to prove her point, she pointed a paw over at an empty bean can on the counter. It only wobbled slightly. She’d meant for it to tip over. Not even a literal can-trip worked.She kept trying, though,...