A/N: ~~Donates words/thoughts/ whatever, in the Speech, because the stupid txt. format doesn't like to change font~~, for the same reason {means a regular old thought because sometimes I just get sick of doing" " }; the scenes in the flashes of light actually belong to Guy de Maupassant and, if you believe in legends, his fetch.
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She awoke to what she hoped would be a day off. The sky was a slate grey and her open window had let in some bits of rain that now dotted her bed. She rubbed her eyes and staggered into the kitchen to silence the growling beast in her stomach, her brain not quite registering that she couldn't hear Liam's snores or the songs of the Rat Pack coming from his bedroom. She chewed on a quick breakfast of cheese and bread a pile of notebook paper and books scattered on the main room table. On top of it all lay a piece of aged typewriter paper with a grey and dirt colored hare as it's letterhead.
C.-
Called into work early. Big mess at the museum. Didn't want to wake you. Gone all day.
-L.
P.S.: Congratulations (look down)
Cyrene's eyes turned down to the top book. The Art lay open to the wizard's directory. She had to blink before she realized what it said.
Thiesen, Cyrene
2700 Rose Ave. #283
Hempstead, NY 11575
(516) 698-0811
(novice, pre-rating)
A thrill surged through her small body, as much because the Oath had worked as the fact that her old name had not been used, and she had to bite her lip to supress an uncharacteristic urge to squeal with joy. She putting aside any thought of possible work by unplugging the phone (Liam knew how to reach her if he had to), before settling down into one corner of the couch and burying herself in the Art. There was no need to wait for translation, it was all as familiar as English now. She sat for the longest time devouring each word with her eyes. There was a chapter on alternate universes, one on mythological creatures, and then there were the spells : bringing stone creatures to life, travelling between the times and worlds, changing the shape of something temporarily. Each spell had at least half a page or more explaining it, how it worked, and the dangerous of it's abuse. Afterwards there was an illustration of how the spell would look, with occasional blanks for the wizard to put in specifics.Cyrene was grateful for that, her mind was more likely to mess it up if she couldn't see ahead of time what it shold look like. She read through them all, memorizing as much as she could, learning them by imagining it all in her mind until it became perfect.
Soon it occurred to her {What's the point of reading about them. I won't get anywhere by just reading and memorizing}. She scanned over the spells she had learned for a starting point. {Here's one, a tel--tele---tele-something or other. Alternate method of travns-trnspor-travel, known as one of the easist spells to perform especialy when the subject knows to where and/or when they are heading. When?? Well, where should I go then?} A mischievious grin lit up her face. Wouldn't Liam be surprised to see her just appear from thin air. She looked at the page, and looked over the layout. One hand moved and traced each symbols and curve of the spells, imagining it, focusing on it, making it real, seeing it appear before her in her mind's eye and then moving it into reality. The back of her neck tingled from the strange electricity that came from the spell, which seemed to glow with a soft blue light. slowly Cyrene begane speaking the words, her hands now tracing over the spell, filling in the words where it was needed. She finished, and the world was charged with her words, making her surrondings waver and go dark with and inrush of air. Only after she had said the spell did she realize her mistake. she had meant to say the exact location of the museums break room, but it had come out ~~Take me where I am needed.~~
Her senses were suddeny bombarded, bright light - a ship - a magnificent house - fire - screams - milk and water - and the - it couldn't be - yes -the horla. It was too much information for her to take in all at once. A Blackness overcame her, followed by a soft chuckle from far away.
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She awoke to what she hoped would be a day off. The sky was a slate grey and her open window had let in some bits of rain that now dotted her bed. She rubbed her eyes and staggered into the kitchen to silence the growling beast in her stomach, her brain not quite registering that she couldn't hear Liam's snores or the songs of the Rat Pack coming from his bedroom. She chewed on a quick breakfast of cheese and bread a pile of notebook paper and books scattered on the main room table. On top of it all lay a piece of aged typewriter paper with a grey and dirt colored hare as it's letterhead.
C.-
Called into work early. Big mess at the museum. Didn't want to wake you. Gone all day.
-L.
P.S.: Congratulations (look down)
Cyrene's eyes turned down to the top book. The Art lay open to the wizard's directory. She had to blink before she realized what it said.
Thiesen, Cyrene
2700 Rose Ave. #283
Hempstead, NY 11575
(516) 698-0811
(novice, pre-rating)
A thrill surged through her small body, as much because the Oath had worked as the fact that her old name had not been used, and she had to bite her lip to supress an uncharacteristic urge to squeal with joy. She putting aside any thought of possible work by unplugging the phone (Liam knew how to reach her if he had to), before settling down into one corner of the couch and burying herself in the Art. There was no need to wait for translation, it was all as familiar as English now. She sat for the longest time devouring each word with her eyes. There was a chapter on alternate universes, one on mythological creatures, and then there were the spells : bringing stone creatures to life, travelling between the times and worlds, changing the shape of something temporarily. Each spell had at least half a page or more explaining it, how it worked, and the dangerous of it's abuse. Afterwards there was an illustration of how the spell would look, with occasional blanks for the wizard to put in specifics.Cyrene was grateful for that, her mind was more likely to mess it up if she couldn't see ahead of time what it shold look like. She read through them all, memorizing as much as she could, learning them by imagining it all in her mind until it became perfect.
Soon it occurred to her {What's the point of reading about them. I won't get anywhere by just reading and memorizing}. She scanned over the spells she had learned for a starting point. {Here's one, a tel--tele---tele-something or other. Alternate method of travns-trnspor-travel, known as one of the easist spells to perform especialy when the subject knows to where and/or when they are heading. When?? Well, where should I go then?} A mischievious grin lit up her face. Wouldn't Liam be surprised to see her just appear from thin air. She looked at the page, and looked over the layout. One hand moved and traced each symbols and curve of the spells, imagining it, focusing on it, making it real, seeing it appear before her in her mind's eye and then moving it into reality. The back of her neck tingled from the strange electricity that came from the spell, which seemed to glow with a soft blue light. slowly Cyrene begane speaking the words, her hands now tracing over the spell, filling in the words where it was needed. She finished, and the world was charged with her words, making her surrondings waver and go dark with and inrush of air. Only after she had said the spell did she realize her mistake. she had meant to say the exact location of the museums break room, but it had come out ~~Take me where I am needed.~~
Her senses were suddeny bombarded, bright light - a ship - a magnificent house - fire - screams - milk and water - and the - it couldn't be - yes -the horla. It was too much information for her to take in all at once. A Blackness overcame her, followed by a soft chuckle from far away.