“Magic is just nature’s engineering,” she told him one night, as they watched a firefly’s lantern pulse.
She placed her hands on the ruby. She closed her eyes. And she did not wish for a prince. She did not wish for a kingdom. She wished for what she had always wanted: For a true partner. Someone who loved the whir of gears and the scent of rain-soaked earth. Someone who saw the world as a problem to be solved, not a prize to be won. The Princess And The Frog
Elara stood tall. “I have not broken my promise. I am helping him still.” “Magic is just nature’s engineering,” she told him