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Mar 29, 2011 03:00

She was calling it guerilla-Queening. Okay, actually she was still calling it gorilla-Queening, but the intention was the same. Karla knew full well that she still couldn't go toe-to-toe with Hobart yet. She couldn't just waltz into Sidra and demand that he retract his lies, reign in his bullies, and confess to her parents' murder. But that didn't ( Read more... )

where: glacia, lessons: being a queen, what: craft, nfb, who: ben skywalker, i'm not a lady; i'm a witch, post: closed, kaeleer, who: karla

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momslilassassin March 29 2011, 14:27:28 UTC
Ben, dressed to blend in with the population (except for the lightsaber strapped prominently to his belt), was busy reaching through the Force for any potential ambushes to answer immediately.

"Of course you can," he replied with a little smile. "What made you choose this village?"

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glacial_witch March 29 2011, 17:00:37 UTC
"It's tiny and high up in the mountains," Karla said with a rueful grin. It was, the early summer air was still cool on their skin. "Rijen's never had a Queen of its own, so I didn't think I'd be stepping on anyone's toes, though it's possible the District Queen might have already offered the Gift."

She doubted it. In Glacia, most Queens did their rounds a bit later in the season.

"It's not exactly isolated, but it may take some time for word to spread of what I did today. So we don't have to worry about Hobart's males to show up halfway through the offering," she added.

See, Ben? It was a good plan!

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momslilassassin March 29 2011, 17:12:27 UTC
"How long does the offering take?" Ben asked. "What happens if you stop halfway through? Can you stop halfway through?"

He was all tactics and no teenager right now.

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glacial_witch March 29 2011, 23:01:53 UTC
"Of course!" Karla said, because clearly Ben should understand the intricacies of random Craft. Mother Night, Ben. "It's really easy. I just bleed into a bucket, mix it with water, and pour it onto the crops."

Put that way, it sounded so much less glamorous than she'd like.

"There's some...Crafty stuff to it, too," she added. Mostly to make it sound slightly less mundane. "I don't have to hit every field, either, though a mountain village like this isn't like one of the big wheat-farming communities to the south. Maybe a little more than an hour? With another few hours to talk to people?"

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