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mage_see_mage_do) wrote in
glowfic2015-08-28 09:52 pm
The same isn't true about the wind.
Witches aren't troubled by the cold, but the same isn't true about the wind.
Temperance wasn't afraid of falling from her brand new cloudpine branch, but she might drop her books and that was nearly as bad. She decided to land until the weather quieted down.
Instead of quieting it down, the weather got worse, snow started falling and it was hard to navigate even with Faramund covering her with his wings.
Temperance didn't hear anything, just saw a glimpse of the thing, just enough for her brain to register the combination of snake and mirror and...
...then she found herself under warm sunlight, feeling a gentle breeze over her skin. Blinking away the sudden light and the melting snow in her eyes, she found herself surrounded by a green woodland that was too warm to be anywhere near she remembered being.
In short, Temperance and her daemon were very confused.
Temperance wasn't afraid of falling from her brand new cloudpine branch, but she might drop her books and that was nearly as bad. She decided to land until the weather quieted down.
Instead of quieting it down, the weather got worse, snow started falling and it was hard to navigate even with Faramund covering her with his wings.
Temperance didn't hear anything, just saw a glimpse of the thing, just enough for her brain to register the combination of snake and mirror and...
...then she found herself under warm sunlight, feeling a gentle breeze over her skin. Blinking away the sudden light and the melting snow in her eyes, she found herself surrounded by a green woodland that was too warm to be anywhere near she remembered being.
In short, Temperance and her daemon were very confused.

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The fact that mutants are just as different from each other as any of us are from baseline humanity is helping a lot of the students accept you, I think. They know in their heads that you aren't just another new mutant but it's not really penetrating.'
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'I am sorry, I shouldn't...' Temperance sends after a minute 'please don't pry about my half-sister... or my family, it won't be that much big of a issue here, but I usually prefer not to think about it.'
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after another quiet moment.
'I am going to fly a bit, you can message me if you need to talk.'
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'I told him. He seems to be in a mild state of shock.'
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She flies around aimlessly, accompanied by Faramund, without a destination. It occurred to her that she will need to find a way around the lack of cloudpines in this world, but that can be left to later.
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Temperance thinks about it.
'The spell creation might take anywhere between two weeks and five weeks, I think, there is some more work before I can give you something more exact and actually casting the spell might take a bit more because I might incorporate the moon phase to the spell.'
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'Also I think Hank might want to take readings and other Hank stuff.'
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