Chihuahua Familiars and the Lunar Bloom

Previously

…"What do you think, guys?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. "Do you think these flowers… could do something?" Baby Blue Bears let out a soft, affirmative bark. Russo Baby Bears wagged his tail, a slow, deliberate thump against the grass. It wasn't a clear answer, but it was an answer nonetheless. A shared understanding, perhaps, between me, my embarrassing dogs, and the magic of the night. Maybe, just maybe, my glitter spells and these midnight blooms, combined with the surprisingly insightful instincts of two tiny terriers, were exactly what this spooky situation called for. The thought was terrifying, but for the first time, it also felt… possible.