[Dulcinea turns her back on Lily entirely, and cups her hands over her lips. With considerable effort, she calls up the magic of the air, bidding the wind to carry the softly-whispered words from her mouth to the recipient's ears alone, silent to any other.]
[She barely manages it, the message carried all but inaudible- but it does come through, as though she's pressed her lips right up to the shell of Lily's ear to faintly murmur:]
The next time you speak to me without permission, I will fill your bed with spiders.
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[She barely manages it, the message carried all but inaudible- but it does come through, as though she's pressed her lips right up to the shell of Lily's ear to faintly murmur:]
The next time you speak to me without permission, I will fill your bed with spiders.
[...Well, at least she sent a message?]