Reply To: The Incense of the Quadrivium’s Mystiques
The chill drizzle felt cold to Truella, and she wondered not for the first time if her overheated drought stricken summer longing for cold and rain would quickly change to a desire for bone warming dry heat as soon as the weather properly changed to autumn.
“Lend me a sweater and a raincoat will you, Frella? I always forget to change before teleporting over here.”
Frella gave her a look that could only be described as nonplussed. Murmuring a short incantation, with a snap of her fingers and an indescribable gesture, the requested garments appeared on Truella’s lap, as if thrown forcefully from the other side of the room.
“Steady on, Frel!” Gratefully Truella slipped the sweater on and said, “But thanks. You know what? I forget I’m a witch, that’s the trouble. I keep forgetting I can just magic things up. Honestly, you have no idea…”
“Oh, trust me, I have an idea.”
“..the trouble I go to, doing things I could do in an instant with a spell…”
“Have you only just realised?” Frella smirked.
“Hell no, I remember all the time that I always forget. How the hell did I end up in a witches coven?”
“That fake resume you concocted when you were dazzled by the allure and the mystery, and jealous that I was in it and not you?”
“Well yes, I know, but I mean, why did Malove hire me? Why am I still here?”
“I can tell you the answer to that!” announced Eris, entering the room with a wide toothy grin.
Mouth agape, Truella leaned forward to hear what Eris had to say next, but at that moment Jeezel spun round the door frame and skidded to a halt in front of the girls, clutching her forehead dramatically.
“Who is sending all the postcards! Every morning this week I’ve had dozens of old postcards in my mailbox, there were so many stuffed in there today one was poking out! No, I can’t read who sent it, I can’t decipher any of the writing on any of them.”
“Where are they sent from? What are the pictures of?” asked Truella, her curiosity aroused.
“Pictures, who cares about the pictures, I want to know who’s sending them!”
“Steady on, Jez. The pictures might provide clues to the sender and purpose of the card,” Truella said mildly, raising an eyebrow at Jezeel’s agitated state. “What’s ruffled your feathers so much about a few postcards?”
“I received a postcard too,” Frella chimed in, causing Jeezel to gasp and clutch her heart. “I wasn’t all melodramatic about it as you though, I thought it was magical and I dunno, had a nice story to it.”
Before Truella had a chance to ask Eris to expound on the previous question, and indeed before anyone got to the bottom of Jeezel’s outburst, Malove strode in with her usual menacing demeanor. Truella braced herself for tedious profit mongering coercive diatribes to inch their way along the slimy walls of time.