a little street magic

[minthemagician]

Who: Irmingard of Landing and YOU
What: Magick-ing about
When: Tuesday mid-day
Where: The streets of Jhelbor

"There is more to being a magician than magic. You need to be clever."It's cold in Jhelbor, colder than she's used to. Definitely not the right weather for a curbside show. Luckily, there are other ways

Comments

[cassie_of_troy]

Cassandra had been restless. Her feet yearned to move and so, at last, she surrendered to them, grabbing her ill-gotten quiver and bow. She meant to head down to the old, gnarled tree, and get back to the task of killing it slowly with arrows. But something caught her attention. Someone caught her attention.

She pulled into the dark shadow of a building to watch the show. Magician. The same silvery gray aura. She had never seen any of the others attempt spells quite like that before. Then again, there was little occasion for any of the worldwalkers to be putting on a show for others. Such was an act of merriment. They had been far too concerned with their own survival.

As the dragon flew away and the man gave the girl a coin, Cassandra clapped her hands quietly. Amusing. But still, Cassandra remained where she was. This girl was not necessarily harmless, even if her last trick seemed that way. She was not a worldwalker. Cassandra couldn't trust her.

[minthemagician]

As she began to sweep the passers-by for anyone who appeared worth the time and energy to bother, Min caught sight of the woman in the alleyway. It wasn't in time to see her applauding, but just in time to see her hands drop.

The woman seemed impassive. But she was watching. That could mean something. It was worth a try, in any case. Not too much time would be wasted if Min failed.

She approached and adopted a stance similar to the one she'd shown the man: bowing slightly at the waist, one arm around her back and the other extended. "Enjoying the show, madam? I could do more, for a bit of encouragement."

[cassie_of_troy]

A faint smile threatened to break Cassandra's lips. Madam? That was a new one. "I'm afraid," she told the magician, "that the only encouragement I could possibly offer would be in the form of words. And I doubt very much that is the sort of encouragement you wanted." A pity too. Few people recognized the power of words. But this was hardly the time to dwell on such things.

"Instead, I suppose I should offer you welcome, Min the Magician. Welcome to Jhelbor." She dipped her head slightly, out of respect rather than any sort of humility. "I cannot promise you how your business will be in worldwalker territory, but I can certainly promise you everything unexpected. That is our creed here in this city."

[minthemagician]

Min straightened and shrugged. Nothing gained, only a moment lost.

Except -- hold on a minute. 'Our' creed...?

"You're a worldwalker?" Her tone had changed suddenly, from one of showmanship to... well, one that Cassandra would probably recognize very well. It was the same way people from Earth might ask her if she was that Cassandra.