Their clothes that looked like the sort one wore to work in a gas station or do outside labor. Most had long hair, one or two had mullets, their facial hair was either too short to matter or mountain man style. The Knights paid little attention to appearances. “No names,” Nick, otherwise known as ‘shotgun’ in my internal narrative, told his Knights. “But the ones pointing guns at me? Who are you?” “I know these Behaim children,” Mara said. “Take the wrong path,” the other Behaim said. If you get caught in those woods, stay put, wait until you hear the bell in the woods and then follow it home.” Don’t go into the woods, or you might never come out. How would this have looked, to an outside observer? A mob, including several monsters, several guns, all mustered against a single young woman, almost a child. He dropped to a sitting position in the snow, back to a tree, one leg propped up. Bow down, take no action, speak no words, until you are asked.” “As you were summoned,” Tiff intoned, “We bind you. She’d probably pulled out a fair amount, in her haste.
It was too dark to make out, but she’d pulled out her own hair, and used sympathetic magic to connect to the hair that bound the paper to the mirror, also hers. “That hurt more than I thought it would.” I don’t think I could have done that, and I have more hair to get a grip on.” Her expression broke, head bowing a bit, eyes closing, hand going to the side of her head. I wasn’t the only one to turn to look at Rose, a distance away from Corvidae, fist held out to one side, expression grim. It landed in soft snow, handle sticking up. The mirror changed course, curving in the air. The white of the paper around the mirror momentarily caught some of the light from the gray-black clouds overhead. The mirror wrapped in paper, bound in place with hair, lazily arcing through the air, might as well have been a bomb. He was a volatile element in a very fragile container. He’d described what diabolists did as tampering with nukes. Hurled it at the nearest collection of trees.Ī fair part of my introduction to this new reality, to the community, to the dynamic, the expectations, had come from Laird. “No!” Rose said, her voice joined by Alexis’, too late.
“You’ll need to be stronger, miss Rose, if you’re going to face Mara Angnakak. “In the interest of good faith, I’ll assist you, as you requested earlier,” Corvidae said.
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