>>5728729>>5728735>>5728785>>5728804>>5728815>>5728836>Consider your mother, the Near-Great Witch Du-Saint-Winifred and Sigrid’s master.Your master, Sigrid de Hautdesert the Disinherited, at twenty-nine years old a Great Witch. You know it well–the most prestigious title in all the world’s history of magic, given to only five others in known history–but that was not always the case. Your master was once a pupil of your mother, Milady du-Saint-Winifred, known now and forever by her title as the Near-Great.
You don’t know much about your mother. You know she was an able witch, keenly dedicating herself to both magical study and navigating wizard politics. You know you bear a great resemblance to her–appearance-wise, at least. But the rest is only what little scraps you’ve been able to surmount from your father and your master.
Du-Saint-Winifred was a professor at Saint August’s Conservatory and had a master-apprentice relationship with Sigrid (akin to the relationship you have with your master now). Du-Saint-Winifred fostered her interest in ghost magic, helped her with her work, and when your young master was disinherited from the conservatory, your mother campaigned for her return.
You don’t know much more than that; just that your mother was stricken with some magical blight and died just before your master was given the title great. Her death brought on a lot of internal strife. It’s said that Du-Saint-Winifred would’ve been the one to earn the title of Great Witch had she not died so soon, and hence, became known forever as the Near-Great.
That your master got the title in her place was a point of contention for many elite witches and wizards: that a mere pupil with “minor contributions” to your mother’s work would earn that title was unthinkable. What a load of bosh! Your master is the real architect of ghost magic and her title as great is in every way deserved. You’d challenge anyone who’d say otherwise to fisticuffs!
You know it might be terrible to say–such is the way your father and master speak of your mother in such high regard–but when news came to you of her death, you didn’t have any tears to shed. You respect her, of course, but in the same way you respect famous witches in dusty textbooks.
Your mother was too wrapped up in her work and involved in wizard politics to involve herself with you. You never felt wanting for familial love, though–you grew up in a household of ten half-brothers and half-sisters . Your mother was just a distant shadow that would occasionally pass on holidays and birthdays.
You never became a wizard for her, as was her wish. It was for your very cool master, the shapeliest Great Witch Sigrid de Hautdesert the Disinherited. And you can’t let this elf girl with a funny hat take the title of apprenticeship from you!
>Let Sigrid handle this.>Attempt to intervene into the conversation.>Challenge the knife-ears (the other one) to a duel!>[Write-In.] 