Chapter 8: Ghotames

That night, when all the girls were asleep Brigora was awakened by a small tap on her shoulder. She looked up and saw a very pretty girl. Her shiny black hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall. She said, “Brigora, have you heard of a Ghotame?” Brigora shook her head.
The woman said, “Ghotames are like Sar Din Dae except they do not make anything they want out of magic, Ghotames have talents. There is a sun, snow, cloud, and nature Ghotame, and you dear, are one of them. You Brigora Dewleaf, you are the Ghotame of snow, frost, wind, and ice. Ghotames are treated like goddesses.”

The black haired lady waved her hands around Brigora in a complex pattern and magical swirls of sparkles surrounded her. When Brigora stepped out of the light her hair was pure white, her eyes were perfectly blue, and she was wearing a blue dress that seemed to be made out of ice.

When Framata, Pandra, and Ladaria awoke Ladaria grumbled,”Do I have to wake up now, I am still sleepy,” But reluctantly, Ladaria got up anyway. Brigora flashed them a smile when she saw her friends awed faces.
They all said together, “You are a Ghotame Brigora.”
“You got that right” said Brigora.
“Prove it,” said Framata stubbornly. Brigora put out her hand and made a motion as if throwing a ball but, instead of a ball snow streamed from her palm.
“Wow!” said Pandra.

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