Galway Girl [Closed]

[ambientmagic]

Evan gasped in mock offense. "You don't trust me? I have never once lied to you, Miss Bridget, and I can promise you I never will. If you aren't willing to take a chance, you certainly are never going to break that curse of yours."

He turned back to his desk and picked up a leather-bound notebook, flipping it open and beginning to jot notes. "Now I've been more than generous with information in exchange for a look at your curse's effects firsthand. If you aren't comfortable with my taking the lead on this experiment, then you tell me: where do you want to go from here? Name your goal and I will state my price."

Most people, when dealing with magic, fell over themselves to do whatever he asked, if only so that they didn't have to worry about it anymore. Yet another way in which Miss Bridget was different. This very sense of novelty was part of why he was so talkative. The other part is that, for once, he may have found someone capable of keeping up. He watched her ears flick back and forth as he spoke, then still as she considered his proposal.