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Isabella Amariah ⍋ "Amariah"
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It's about forty-five minutes before Isabella has a first draft of the spell.
She starts sugaring it onto her floor. (She kept one tiny cornucopia; better to own a single magic device than to have to keep a whole stock of herbs. She can learn to work around its reluctance to produce poisons, or just carry the common toxics with her.) Path goes up to the attic to ask if Kas and Petaal want to watch her cast.
She starts sugaring it onto her floor. (She kept one tiny cornucopia; better to own a single magic device than to have to keep a whole stock of herbs. She can learn to work around its reluctance to produce poisons, or just carry the common toxics with her.) Path goes up to the attic to ask if Kas and Petaal want to watch her cast.
Isabella Amariah ⍋ "Amariah"
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It's convenient that no one in the house cares that they are not in clothes.
Isabella's halfway done with the sugar runes when they arrive. "Hi," she says, pausing to smile over her shoulder. "I give this a fifty-fifty chance of working. If it doesn't I sweep this up and try again with a different approach on defining 'alethiometer'."
Isabella's halfway done with the sugar runes when they arrive. "Hi," she says, pausing to smile over her shoulder. "I give this a fifty-fifty chance of working. If it doesn't I sweep this up and try again with a different approach on defining 'alethiometer'."
Isabella Amariah ⍋ "Amariah"
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"Is," says Isabella. "Have to tell the spell what an alethiometer is. Have to tell it which ones are lost as opposed to already had. Have to tell it to bring one here - although I wasn't too careful with the 'one' part; I don't mind if I get multiple lost alethiometers. Several steps, none of which are oriented to witchy strengths." Sugar, sugar, sugar.
Isabella Amariah ⍋ "Amariah"
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The last rune is sugared into place.
Isabella steps over it and kneels in the center of her circle, hands on her knees, breathing shallowly. Path remains outside, facing her, sitting on the floor.
"Sugar circle, seek and bring
The compass that can, silent, sing.
Find it, bring it, take it here,
From its place to somewhere near,
And in my hands place honesty
And give Alethia to me."
The sugar runes are scattered into a fine dust of sweetness all over the room with a sudden wind.
The lights flicker.
And when they come back up, Isabella is holding a slightly dented alethiometer.
She instantly shrieks with delight and hugs her device.
Isabella steps over it and kneels in the center of her circle, hands on her knees, breathing shallowly. Path remains outside, facing her, sitting on the floor.
"Sugar circle, seek and bring
The compass that can, silent, sing.
Find it, bring it, take it here,
From its place to somewhere near,
And in my hands place honesty
And give Alethia to me."
The sugar runes are scattered into a fine dust of sweetness all over the room with a sudden wind.
The lights flicker.
And when they come back up, Isabella is holding a slightly dented alethiometer.
She instantly shrieks with delight and hugs her device.
Kas Petaal
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The needle swings. Kas tracks it for a moment, then shakes his head and traces his fingertips around the ring of symbols. Once, twice.
He turns the dials.
The rhythm of the circling needle changes—slowing as he composes his question, then taking on new focus and purpose. Kas watches it intently. Occasionally he mutters a word under his breath; slowly, he starts to frown.
Then he snorts.
"Okay," he says, "apparently it can't tell me anything about the inside of your head unless you're the one asking. But I get to read over your shoulder, lucky me."
He hands over the alethiometer.
He turns the dials.
The rhythm of the circling needle changes—slowing as he composes his question, then taking on new focus and purpose. Kas watches it intently. Occasionally he mutters a word under his breath; slowly, he starts to frown.
Then he snorts.
"Okay," he says, "apparently it can't tell me anything about the inside of your head unless you're the one asking. But I get to read over your shoulder, lucky me."
He hands over the alethiometer.
Isabella Amariah ⍋ "Amariah"
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"Convenient birth blessing," snorts Isabella. "What do I ask it? Witch is bird meaning twelve, but maybe you can get it to refer more specifically? Something under the helmet for the crazy-witch stuff? I don't remember there being a specific 'domestic violence' level there. You tell me."
Isabella Amariah ⍋ "Amariah"
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In context being in contact with Petaal is not just okay, something she can get used to, a price for fluffiness or something she had to be asked to do. It's exquisite, like the kisses are not just to the mouth but to the soul, at least in one direction. (She can't think about the other yet. Physical virginity is exactly worthless and she'll abandon it without caring; Segaard Oskei's blanket blessing to witches in general will not see her fall under her portfolio element of motherhood without her own consent; but Path's untouched feathers - less inconsequential. She'll maybe think about it later.)
With a snake around her pressing her in close to Kas she can reach exactly one knot on her silks. But she can undo it with one hand, just fine. (He's already starclad; there's nothing needs doing there.)
With a snake around her pressing her in close to Kas she can reach exactly one knot on her silks. But she can undo it with one hand, just fine. (He's already starclad; there's nothing needs doing there.)
Kas Petaal
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Petaal doesn't stay snake-shaped for very long, as much as she loves having them both wrapped up like this. She can do that almost as well if she has arms.
Maybe the Joker spoiled them a little this way, but Petaal's new favourite thing about doing this with someone they're very close to is that she gets to play too.
She shifts witch-shape, hugs Isabella, and at the first opportunity steals a kiss.
Maybe the Joker spoiled them a little this way, but Petaal's new favourite thing about doing this with someone they're very close to is that she gets to play too.
She shifts witch-shape, hugs Isabella, and at the first opportunity steals a kiss.
Kas Petaal
truthwright
It's a whole-own-other-thing for Kas, too, helped along a tiny bit by the fact that Isabella and Petaal are both gorgeous.
Mostly, though, it's the fact that his daemon is making out with someone he loves. That is what's making him feel immeasurably, dizzily, soul-searingly wonderful. The visuals are just a delicious little bonus.
Mostly, though, it's the fact that his daemon is making out with someone he loves. That is what's making him feel immeasurably, dizzily, soul-searingly wonderful. The visuals are just a delicious little bonus.