A power move indeed, what a thing to suggest! Truella felt misunderstood again. And all she was trying to do was work out her new spell in such a way that the others would help her with it while assuming it was a necessary addition to the repertoire of the coven. Which indeed it could be, after all. People were strange, and witches were stranger.
But was it a power thing to be consumed with a passionate hobby, even if it wasn’t on the coven to do list? The power to do her own thing, but still be part of the group? She needed them, she knew that, it was no good thinking she could go it alone, even if it seemed temptingly less complicated. If only she had a spell to be in two places at once.
Be careful, the voice of Lisia Tattius, her disembodied helper, whispered in her ear, For such magic requires a balance of the soul.
Are you suggesting my soul doesn’t have the necessary balance? Truella replied, soundlessly of course, but with a visible impatient frown. Lisia putting a damper on her scheme again with words of caution, it was exasperating at times.
Divided attention can lead to fractures, shattered fragments….
Lisia’s words reminded Truella of the other spell she wanted, and it suddenly occurred to her that Lisia had given her just the clue she needed to convince the others that her spell was a necessary addition and not just a sideline personal whim.
But why would a spell be useful to collect the shattered fragments, if nothing had been shattered and divided in the first place? Of course! It was becoming clear. One must retrace the sequence of events to the initial fragmentation before proceeding with the recollection of said pieces.
There was a lot more to think about than Truella had intially realized. And it would be imperative to ensure the new new spells stayed distinctly separate, because what if the scattered shards started doubling up and appearing in two places at once? Picturing this possible occurence was enough to give Truella a headache.
“Why are you frowning?” Frigella asked, “Are you even listening to me? You didn’t hear a word I said, did you?”
“No,” Truella was nothing if not frank, especially with Frigella. “Not a word, I was thinking about my own stuff.”
“Typical!” her friend snorted, somewhat uncharacteristically, as she was more of a chirruping type.
“Causam invenio ante fragmentorum fragmentorum rursus simul,” Imperiosus Adiutoremus interjected, with a sly smile. Imperiosus Adiutoremus, not his real name of course, was an old friend of Truella’s from the days of the Roman Republic in Baetica. Two millenia stuck in that necropolis until Truella finally succeeded in conjuring his spirit free of his mortal remains (stuck there for eternity thanks to their old adversary Tani, the Iberian sorcerer, and his powerful spells). It had taken Truella 2176 years and countless lifetimes to reverse that spell, and naturally Imperiosus (or Imp for short) was bound to be eternally grateful. And Truella welcomed his interruptions, which always made her smile in fond remembrance of their happy days together before that dreadful uprising of the local tribes. True, he was bossy, even now, but his intentions were always to be helpful. Lisia Tattius and Imperiosus, now in their ephemeral states, were often at odds. Lisia took umbrage if Imp’s suggestions contradicted her own, and resented it when Truella favoured Imp over herself. Some things never change. Lisia had been Truella’s house slave, back in the day, though had always been treated well. Truella had been fond of her and allowed her liberties because she found her impertinence amusing. Little did she know at the time that she’d be subjected to that for all eternity. Still, she had her uses. Although it had often seemed like a mistake to teach her to read, for Lisia’s voracious appetite for the written word had made her copiously wordy, but she was useful more often than not and could spout many an eloquent phrase. True, always a pastiche of plagiarism, but not without her own particular panache and perspicacity.