Spy Bubble
She formed it in her palm, a translucent
sphere, caressed by a rainbow sheen. It floated,
carried by the breeze with her full consent.
Higher it flew; it accelerated,
heading towards the army’s lines. Eyes
closed, she concentrated; her bubble
bobbed o’er the mages’ camp. Through it she spies.
Her lips move as she counts her foes. Trouble
wears a blue robe; his kolh-lined eyes follow
her bubble. He spins dervish-fast, chases
her spell-wrought spy past armed men who wallow
in the respite. In the air he traces
a quick pattern, a counter to her spell.
Her bubble pops but she’s got her intel.
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Contrary to the norm, this does not take place in Shayari. Not yet anyway. We don’t have any water mages on hand there–yet. This takes place out west until I can import someone with such skill eastwards. I’m working on that. The recruitment process is tough. I’d tell you who this is but then she might send a bubble assassin after me. So I’ll leave you to wonder.
Prompt courtesy of Photo-Fiction #12
Melinda Kucsera - USA Today Bestselling Author of Epic Fantasy Adventures 
What an awesome idea. I love it. I think I might even be a little jealous
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Why jealous? It looked like a big eye to me until it finally clicked that I was looking at a bubble in the middle of popping 🙂
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Because the idea of a water mage using a bubble as a spy tool is soo utterly cool.
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thank you 🙂
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such a glorious write…I love the imagery and description…
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Thank you; it looked like an eye to me so I ran with it 🙂
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🙂 great run!!
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thanks 🙂
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you are welcome:)
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🙂
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🙂
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