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]

"It's pretty quick about getting me an answer. It is not necessarily quick about getting me a coherent one." She peers at her thingamajigs. "Bugbear possess human soul. Well, obviously, he's right there..." She formulates a new question.

[aestrix]

"We'll wait," shrugs Mrs. Adams.

"Is there anything I need to do now that I exist? Besides having a name," asks her daemon.

[dark_light]

"Are you going to stay close to her or separate so you aren't around all the time?" Path asks him.

[aestrix]

"... Probably separating. Being around her all of the time would be very noticeable."

[dark_light]

"Can you teleport?" Path asks Mrs. Adams directly, as his witch is busy with the alethiometer. "That's the fastest way to get it over with. The other way hurts."

[aestrix]

"No," says Mrs. Adams, shaking her head. "The other way?"

[dark_light]

"Physically moving away," says Path. "Zeviana and Lecasryn did it on ordinary ground, but witches usually do it in a wasteland up in the North where daemons can't go. The daemon's usually the one to change their mind, if one of them does. So that makes it easier to get it done on the first try."

[aestrix]

"... Lovely. It sounds like it's not fun," says the daemon.

[dark_light]

"It's not. If you go a little away from her you can see how."

[aestrix]

"Sure," shrugs the daemon. Then he does. Soon enough, Mrs. Adams grimaces and he makes a little growling sound.

"Charming," mutters Mrs. Adams.

[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.