“A girl can start by looking before she crosses the street. Generally that cuts down on that sort of incident.”
“They literally ran a red light. I was half way across the street before they appeared. Might have been a nasty shock for them when I burst into flames though. Kind of wish I could have seen the facial expression.”
A video of my rescues to show just how absolutely loving these boys are
Forgot to post this last night, but Ikelos is the 6th cat I took in yesterday. Unfortunately, he is the last one I am able to take. He’s a precious baby though
“Thank you.” Much as she adored her parents, they tended to be too traditional on things like this. “I dunno if it would work if it were a metal hair pin but it’s wood and it’s been fine? …anything interesting happening in those books of yours?”
“No, metal distorts. Metal has to be specifically placed to be used.” It was definitely one of the perks of her family line, she supposed, a lot of old world magic that depended on the person and not a conduit. “Just general studying, I suppose. Herbs and other plants.”
“Eulalia is an idiot. …think I can get her to fuck off on my own?” She guessed it would depend on how committed the other woman was at this point. After all, her mother had yet to effectively push away her dad.
“Not arguing that, but she’s also psychic. So, she’ll know what you’re doing before you even set anything in motion,” he pointed out, a smirk tugging on his lips. “Maybe she’s what you need. Someone that’s actually willing to put up with you.”
“I broke my wand like three months ago, so I’ve just been using one of those hairsticks instead and honestly, I think I’ve had better luck with that. I think there’s a lot of unnecessary pretension in magic and people make shit way harder than it needs to be.”
“I think it’s because wands are only supposed to act as a focus and people put too much stuff in them. It distracts the flow of the magic,” she answered almost absently, barely glancing up from her books.
Got the other two to leave their cage. Phobos is on top, he refuses to leave the tub. Deimos is on the bottom, his face his being kept clean and monitored. Dei is also an attention whore like Epi and Morph
“I don’t do damage control,” he answered. He didn’t care for that sort of duty and the luxury of, well, being himself meant he didn’t do things he didn’t care for. “Perhaps you should have more faith in your higher ups.”
“Then what the hell do you want? I’m busy,” she snapped, crossing her arms and shaking her hair back from her face. If one thing could be said about Cordae, it was very clearly that she didn’t care who the authority was.
