>>5824013Nicolette Testa, cosmetic caster extraordinaire, had taken the liberty of adding a splash of starlight-speckled eyeshadow and flush, and a faintly-reflective lipstick of some sort, to your antisocial friend’s face. You strongly suspected she was responsible for her attire, as well—a purplish cloak and tightly-tailored (magically-altered?) shirt and shorts, showing off an frankly OBSCENE along of leg and thigh compared to the regularly oversized and somewhat-frumpy cloaks Izzy wore, which mirrored her frightening stepmother’s sartorial choices. A pair of sporty boots completed the look—‘adventurer-chic’, as even a girly-girl like Testa tended to favour these days.
“Is it bad?” Izzy asked, as Hershy/Hirschel, excited to see her no matter her stylist, swooped excited from Zith-Zi to land upon her hat, and crawled down to her shoulder.
>No, it’s fine… [Neutral]>It’s, uh, not her USUAL style… [Negative]>She looks amazing! [Positive]Once you, the goblin, and the Archmage’s daughter had regrouped with your fellow Tower mages, the conversation began in earnest. You had a great deal to catch up on, with how narrow your focus had been of late, and how rigid your schedule. Blanchette had graduated to a red-banded hat like your own—of which he was inordinately proud—and claimed to have made a ‘small killing’ on the rare items market.
“Only to lose half of it again doubling down on enchanted glyphs,” Efron noted wryly.
Blanchette glared balefully at him, and growled: “I told you, they’re non-fungible. Every glyph is unique—even if someone else scrawls it, I OWN that glyph and am owed royalties.”
“Good luck detecting that, though, OR collecting it,” Testa chirped cheerfully, from where she hung on Pearce’s arm.
Logan Pearce had, for his part, grown even taller and broader than you remembered,--something you hadn’t really noticed, seeing him fairly frequently as you had been, until you saw him next to Testa… Not that he really looked especially happy to be quite SO close to Testa, who giggled at his every observation and mooned over him as she had for years.
(Poor girl… She didn’t realize. Then again, you suppose that you hadn’t done so, either, until Logan’s near-death half-confession…)
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