witch

[shesepankh]

Bella drops the Spanish major. It's tempting to explain to her confused teacher, in fluent Spanish, exactly why, but she refrains. Now she only has classes a few days out of the week, and if she loads up next semester and the ones after she should be able to get out of college in three years - though she's increasingly unsure that she needs any of it. It's not like anyone can teach her to teach magic, and she doesn't even know what age group she's going to target with her school, yet - the professors mostly don't have education degrees because if you're interacting with adults, even young adults who are there to learn from you, this doesn't require specialized training. And the universe has gotten so big and college feels very - small.

But for the time being she's still enrolled, though she tends to neglect her homework in favor of working on spell designs to do useful things - to cover gaps in the peal of Bells's capabilities, to sell, to prove interesting theoretical points - and working on her fairy princess magic.

She's blocked on getting her fairy princess magic to produce any non-physical results, like verifiable luck or a ward. She's currently manning the store, rolling dice to see if she's gotten luck to behave this time. (Her luck charm, which would confound the results, is out of her hair and on the counter beside her so as not to interfere with the experiment.)

Comments

[dark_light]

"Possibly you should get a mage to teleport you," says Path.

Ice is still fussing with her thingamajigs, muttering to herself.

[aestrix]

"That seems like it would be easier. But - daughter first," she replies.

[dark_light]

Ice looks up between attempts at alethiometer-deciphering.

"Is your daughter going to know not to try to touch him?" she asks seriously. "To her he's going to look like a fuzzy talking animal."

[aestrix]

"... I'll teach her about talking animal safety early," she drawls.

[dark_light]

"Okay, if that's the order you want to do things in," says Ice dubiously, and she goes back to thingamagjig twiddling. "Ah, here we go. Spell bugbear spell human same - it should work on her with no special complications, Phix will be thrilled - and we should go do this in Pantheon or Medallion, not here, unless you think she ought to have a daemon too."

[aestrix]

"No, it seems like it would be a bad idea."

[dark_light]

"They're a little more convenient for kids, they can shapechange till puberty, but yeah." Ice heads for the portal again.

[aestrix]

Mrs. Adams and her thylacine follow.

"Is there anything in particular you need me to do," asks Mrs. Adams.

[dark_light]

"I need her full name, and that's all."

[aestrix]

"Cecelia Margaret Adams."

[dark_light]

And Ice rejiggers the line of the standard resurrection spell,

and summons some birds,

and draws a diagram,

and casts.

[aestrix]

Then there is a kid.

And her mother scoops her up into her arms to hug.

"It's okay," she whispers. "It's all okay."

[dark_light]

Ice stands back, not wishing to intrude.

[aestrix]

Snuggles. All of the snuggles.

"I realize that this will be hard to explain back home," snorts Mrs. Adams. "I'll figure it out."

[dark_light]

"Your alt in Prime's New Kystle might be a reasonable babysitter if you need to stash her somewhere while you lay groundwork," suggests Ice.

[aestrix]

"... I'd have to meet her, first. But possibly."

[dark_light]

"We could go there now, if you like."

[aestrix]

Mrs Adams picks her daughter up with practiced ease. A mom never really forgets. Especially when she's being cried on by her resurrected daughter.

"Sure. Why not."

[dark_light]

To New Kystle and through Prime's house and to where Lynn lives.

[gentlemanly_fashion]

Savir is the one to spot them.

He looks at Mrs. Adams. And then he emits a sound somewhere between a squeak and a very soft scream.

"Honey! Honey I need you extra now!" he squawks.

[aestrix]

Mrs. Adams quirks an eyebrow, and then murmurs something soothing to her daughter. She was a bit disturbed by the Strange Loud Man.

[blooded_poet]

"Oh, you extra need me, that's -"

Lynn exits the tent. She looks at Mrs. Adams.

"Huh."

[gentlemanly_fashion]

"There are two of you, I'm seriously scared now, what do I do, am I married twice, what is my life now? I don't think the world can handle two Lynns!"

[dark_light]

"If you're married twice now me and my alts have a really serious conversation coming up. No, this is just your Lynn's alt. Who will be going home to her own world eventually and not overburdening yours."

[aestrix]

"You married him?" asks Mrs. Adams, archly.