Veiled bell

Emberlynn felt refreshed the moment she stepped out of the bathtub. She didn't know if it was the comfort of the bathtub or the bergamot, lemon, and grapefruit oil that Betsy had used that made her feel that way.

Whichever it was, her mind seemed to be focused as well. She removed the towel that was wrapped around her hair and sat in front of the mirror before turning to Betsy.

"What's that sound?" Emberlynn winced, her ears twitching as the distant sound of a ringing bell echoed throughout the room.

She shuddered slightly, eyeing Betsy, who didn't look affected by the sound.

Betsy frowned, and for a moment, as she said nothing, Emberlynn thought she was the only one who had heard the sound.

Until Betsy hurriedly moved towards her, and her voice hushed as she began to explain.

"That, ma'am, is the tolling of the Veiled Bell. It is said to ring only when the veils between worlds grow thin, when magic stirs in the air, and ancient forces awaken from their slumber. Some believe it to be