Summoned

Amara's serene hazel eyes, imbued with a quiet grace, swiftly found themselves captivated by Casey's presence. In that fleeting instant of connection, the profound surprise that washed over Amara's features was mirrored on Casey's face, her visage a canvas of unabashed astonishment. An invisible current seemed to pass between them, an unspoken plea for answers emanating from Casey's gaze. Yet, Amara could only shake her head in confusion, her own mind caught in a whirlwind of questions.

    "What are you doing here, Amara?" Casey's voice, barely above a whisper, carried a note of urgency. "Don't tell me you've come to bestow me with anything. Can't you see? Everyone's watching, and you know what that means."

    Her own bewilderment etched deeply into her expression, Amara leaned closer, her voice a mere breath escaping into the air. "Actually, no. I ha