>>5917375>>5917383>>5917600>>5917654“Fine,” you say with a sigh. “But this is a one-time thing, alright? It’s… One of those moon-secrets. Fairy cousins only.”
“Well THAT’S racist,” Testa complains.
“I can’t be racist,” you say. “Some of my best friends are human, and about half my ancestors.”
That gets a laugh, and a shrug.
“Your loss,” Testa says. “You could make a LOOOT of money with spells like that, you know?”
You glower.
“I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” she says, slapping you on the shoulder softly. “You still pout like a girl when you’re mad, you know.”
“You still snort hen you laugh.”
Testa sets down her tea-cup with a cloud clack, and glares daggers, but a moment later she sighs, and laughs—quietly, so as not to snort.
“It’s good to see you again, Tips,” she says. “Alright, you’ve got yourself a deal.”
It takes you the better part of the afternoon and evening to prepare the material components and to trace the arcane geometry needed for enchantment. This was always Testa’s secondary school, the one which allowed her to imbue powders, creams, fabrics and bangles with her aesthetic enchantments, though it was the wearer’s own mystic power which helped to replenish and maintain them. It seems she really ahs learned a lot, to be able to imbue an object with another’s spell as she now proposed to do—something akin to your <elemental Infusion> but for inanimate objects and with even greater versatility.
“Don’t you ever kind of feel like you’re wasting your potential, doing this sort of thing with your magic?”
“You’re being catty again, Tips,” she snaps.
“No, I… I’m just saying, Nicolette. If you know rituals like THIS, you could be making magic weapons and armour, or wands and staffs even!”
“But I don’t WANT to make dumb magic weapons and wands,” she retorts. “I want to make beautiful dresses and skin creams.”
You roll your eyes.
“Anyway, you’re one to talk,” she says. “You could be making all kinds of battle-ready chimeras and familiars, and instead you’re—”
“Teaming up with you to help stop a secret, shapeshifting lizard-monster from plunging Hawksong into war against the entire elven race to seize a mysterious living weapon, with which he could kill hundreds or thousands more and usher in an era of unending horror?”
“…Well, okay, when you put it like THAT, if sounds half-way heroic.”
You allow yourself a smirk.
“But I’m helping, so it stands to reason we’re BOTH living up to our full potential,” Testa concludes, lighting the last of the candles around your magic circle.
Well, you can’t really argue with that, you suppose.
