[ Oh. Now she feels it. It's not quite familiar, but it reminds her of other magic she's felt before. Not the same, of course, but similar. She pauses, head up, like a dog that's caught the scent. She's like that for a long moment, poised in the moonlight, horns catching and reflecting some of it, like polished wood. ]
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Someone wants us back in there.
[ She sounds positively delighted. ]