Five Great Charters Knit the Land

[walker_dog]

WHO: Mogget (dimmed_shiner) and The Disreputable Dog (walker_dog)
WHAT: A discussion of powers and the Charter - or the lack thereof - in Rivelata.
WHERE: The Library
WHEN: Day 143

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[dimmed_shiner]

A certain small, white cat who, at the precise moment the Dog had arrived, was cleaning one paw nonchalantly, surrounded by a few stray feathers. Someone had been hunting recently.

"Hello, Kibeth." Mogget's tail flicked lazily back and forth as he fixed a calm eye on the Dog. "I take it you've been finding enough trouble to keep yourself occupied?"

[walker_dog]

She cocked her head, sitting rather abruptly directly in front of him, tongue lolling.

"Been some time since I've heard that name, Yrael," the Dog mused absently, not minding at all, really. The Mogget - it was still hard to think of him much differently, it had been so long - was the only person here who would know what it meant, anyway.

She barked a quick laugh at his next question.

"Trouble? Me?" Her tail thumped against the ground. She'd been doing quite well keeping out of trouble, thank you very much. Just that little bit fixing up a relationship, and that was all. Oh, and befriending that man who turned out to be something concerning Death...

"Not much more than usual," she lied smoothly. "You?"

[dimmed_shiner]

"Yes, well, the other you've chosen for yourself is a mouthful." Mogget's tail curled around his paws, and he fixed his attention on the Dog. "You'll perhaps be interested to know that I am capable of removing my own binding, now. The spell returns within a brief span of time." He hissed annoyance then, eyes glowing slightly with an unnatural light. "It is not Ranna nor Saraneth that hold me, but this place itself. There's nothing of the Charter in it."

Shaking his head, Mogget continued. "It's rather exhausting, changing to and from. I can't foresee doing it often."

[walker_dog]

The Dog curled her own tail around her paws, an unconscious mirror of the Mogget's positioning. For the time being, she ignored his dig at her chosen name in favor of turning her attention to his admittedly vague successes at utilizing some kind of magic.

"Removing your binding," she repeated, thinking hard. "Is your form unchanged? A being of magic in a place that seems...free of magic... How does it affect you?"

His true form she meant, of course, but something about that struck her wrong.

"It is not that there is nothing of the Charter," she amended. "I can feel the magic about my own neck, but...muted. Still, almost. Like a...like a faded scent, or the pealing of a faraway bell."

[dimmed_shiner]

"I meant in my binding. I should not be wearing one at all, if you recall. But I've noticed the lack as well."

Mogget's tail twitches restlessly. "It changes. Not nearly to the extent of before. And obviously, a significant deal weaker. You likely would have smelled me, if I possessed near the amount of power I usually do unbound. You know as well as I that Free magic is rather distinct."