Dame Ragnelle (
new_inglewoodblues) wrote2023-12-08 01:30 pm
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The nest Ragnelle has been building in the woods needed a few more blankets now that the temperature has dropped a few more degrees, so this morning she was in the mansion raiding cupboards. Now she's outside in the lee of Nightingale's summer house with a basket of comforters, cutting them into pieces with a little knife so they'll be easier to incorporate, like leaves in a squirrels' nest. The time indoors has warmed her up, and her hands move quickly with the knife.
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As he looked at her, he felt a shiver go down his back. He could not have said how but he had the strongest feeling that it was not the shadows that was the problem, it was the merzost. He known the risk involved and done it anyway but since it hadn't left any visible marks, he didn't imagine anyone could tell. But things were different here and he had found that magic was different from the Small Sciences.
"I paid a heavy price for it," he said, not bothering to correct her that he didn't use magic. It wasn't worth the argument over the difference. "And I will not use it again1."
1 Not here, at least.
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"I am always wary," he said, trying to keep a hold on his temper. "But I will go and not trouble you further. You have nothing to fear from me."
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He took a breath then gave her a formal, almost courtly bow. "You are right."
And with that, he turned and walked back the way he came.