Lattice 2: Fox Tale
The fox is a few paces behind her. When she stops so does he. Animals should not talk, not in an ordinary existence, but this is Beam, and nothing is ever as it seems. Animals should not mindspeak, but when was that ever written into law?
“Fine, Sir Fox.” She pushes the oak staff firmly into the earth again. “Speak to the wand.”
Tawny eyes flicked over the staff. That grants you a mere ten questions. I am prepared to answer far more, if only to ease your mind.