Midsummer's Day. The longest day of the year. The day when daylight banishes the night, before the slow tide of the year turns again toward winter
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In a way that utterly defies silly things like timelines (this is Milliways, after all) there is a sorcerer in a long leather coat needing to blow off some steam (and stop thinking about certain Prime Merlinians and certain other fellow apprentices).
The green flames that rise up to greet him from the Merlin's Circle are, however, very cool.
The sudden green flames in her peripheral vision make her jump up, startled. A yellow rose, previously a dandelion, previously a feather, etc., falls forgotten from her hand as she stares.
A sorcerer! Doing magic!
He isn't dad, at least, nor any of his business associates. But doesn't look that friendly - maybe she'd better hide. Luckily, there is a boulder nearby, on the edge of the lake, that she can crouch behind and maybe not be seen.
Sure he looks friendly! He's a Merlinian. They're friendly by default.
Or, at least.
They aren't likely to murder you?
This one, at least, isn't paying her any mind. He appears to be conjuring up the ghostly images of people, one after another - an old man, a shorter dark-haired man in a fur-lined coat, a willowy woman with dark eyes.
Rae knows it could be dangerous, but really, how can she not be curious?
She peeks around the side of the boulder, watching wary and wide-eyed as the sorcerer conjures... spirits? Shades? Ghosts? ...No, ghosts aren't that well defined. Possibly just the images of people. She doesn't know.
After forcing down some breakfast (dinner), Dave went out for a walk around the lake to clear his mind a little. It worked, for the most part, until he noticed Rae.
Doing magic.
His shoulders slump as he watches her, expression changing from "mostly calm" to "troubled." The more he hangs out here, the more he realizes magic-or something that could be called magic, anyway-does exist, and then he remembers what's waiting for him on the other side of the door.
The ten-year old girl closes her hands around what currently is a dandelion flower, all yellow in the sunshine, and concentrates. A moment later, a yellow rose is held in her open hands. Her hands close again. And open. The same rose, made of a lovely golden-grained wood, lies there. Close, open. The same rose, made of white fabric.
It's only after a while that the girl notices the presence nearby. She utterly fails to hide the wary look on her face, would-be-casually dropping the fabric rose behind her leg so the person by the rock can't see it. ...But now, she doesn't know what to pretend to have been doing with her hands. Um.
"'m not supposed to talk about it." Her mom would love to forbid Rae's visits to her grandmother. If word got back to her, and Rae's mother found out that her husband's mother was teaching her daughter magic-handling, she would make sure Rae never saw her grandmother again. In a heartbeat.
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"Oh! Hey there, kitty," she says, smiling.
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The green flames that rise up to greet him from the Merlin's Circle are, however, very cool.
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A sorcerer! Doing magic!
He isn't dad, at least, nor any of his business associates. But doesn't look that friendly - maybe she'd better hide. Luckily, there is a boulder nearby, on the edge of the lake, that she can crouch behind and maybe not be seen.
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Or, at least.
They aren't likely to murder you?
This one, at least, isn't paying her any mind. He appears to be conjuring up the ghostly images of people, one after another - an old man, a shorter dark-haired man in a fur-lined coat, a willowy woman with dark eyes.
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She peeks around the side of the boulder, watching wary and wide-eyed as the sorcerer conjures... spirits? Shades? Ghosts? ...No, ghosts aren't that well defined. Possibly just the images of people. She doesn't know.
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Yeah, that sounds about right.
After forcing down some breakfast (dinner), Dave went out for a walk around the lake to clear his mind a little. It worked, for the most part, until he noticed Rae.
Doing magic.
His shoulders slump as he watches her, expression changing from "mostly calm" to "troubled." The more he hangs out here, the more he realizes magic-or something that could be called magic, anyway-does exist, and then he remembers what's waiting for him on the other side of the door.
He plops down on a rock nearby, looking sullen.
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It's only after a while that the girl notices the presence nearby. She utterly fails to hide the wary look on her face, would-be-casually dropping the fabric rose behind her leg so the person by the rock can't see it. ...But now, she doesn't know what to pretend to have been doing with her hands. Um.
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"Hi," he calls. "I wasn't..."
No, that's a lie.
"I saw what you were doing."
Beat.
"It's cool."
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"'m not supposed to talk about it." Her mom would love to forbid Rae's visits to her grandmother. If word got back to her, and Rae's mother found out that her husband's mother was teaching her daughter magic-handling, she would make sure Rae never saw her grandmother again. In a heartbeat.
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