She looks up, surprised. "You do notice the details."

She hides a lot, she thinks. Trixi can pick up emotions. She knows when people are lying, and she knows when they have magical gifts. It's hard hiding much from her, but Alyce has had a lot of practice. She's cheerful and pleasant and nothing bothers her.

Except when they do.

"I don't hide what I am. With the clothes, I mean. I want to be a witch. I want everyone to know."