Re: Trial By Fire (Imogen, Talisman)
Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2024 2:35 pm
As Kitty stepped through the spatial juncture, Imogen sighed with relief, surprised at how much air and tension she'd managed to hold in her little lemur body. The shift was immediate, ears popping as she exited one altitude and entered another through the dragon's dimensional aperture- a fairly adept work of Traversion, she thought. As they passed through, she noticed the edges begin to fuzz fray out of the corners of her huge golden eyes, tell-tale signs of interference. It seemed the hunters Ourha had warned of were close indeed.
More cause for relief, then. If they'd met, she might have been forced to kill the lot of them.
The damp air of the cavern washed over Imogen, and her little steed padded towards the exit with a quickness, doubtless wishing to escape the confines of the underground. Or maybe not. She wasn't sure whether Kitty's breed of big cats liked dark caves. She'd have to find an expert in Drathera and try to get some tips on raising him.
"Name your price..." the witch repeated slowly, mind racing. If Ourha had gotten to them so swiftly, perhaps she was... sort of Ecithian nobility? Not that they had such a concept exactly, but certainly there were always folks in every nation to whom many doors were open. Even a price which did not seem exorbitant might cover a year of payments to the Coven, be enough to get the accountant off her back for-
Aw, fuck.
"...told her I'd do it for free." admitted the monkey, sounding tired, "And a Sunsinger's word is good 'till the end of all days."
And that was bound to be that, no matter how graciously Ourha or the Senators offered additional payment to the sleepy witch. Once the price was stated and the offer accepted, there was no re-negotiation. Her coven's rules on remuneration were very strict, precisely to ensure that members took their duties seriously and did not allow the wealthy and sympathetic a chance to simply outbid those of lesser means who needed aid.
"Now, then, maybe just a short nap-"
The lemur was out before her head was even fully resting on Kitty's fur.
More cause for relief, then. If they'd met, she might have been forced to kill the lot of them.
The damp air of the cavern washed over Imogen, and her little steed padded towards the exit with a quickness, doubtless wishing to escape the confines of the underground. Or maybe not. She wasn't sure whether Kitty's breed of big cats liked dark caves. She'd have to find an expert in Drathera and try to get some tips on raising him.
"Name your price..." the witch repeated slowly, mind racing. If Ourha had gotten to them so swiftly, perhaps she was... sort of Ecithian nobility? Not that they had such a concept exactly, but certainly there were always folks in every nation to whom many doors were open. Even a price which did not seem exorbitant might cover a year of payments to the Coven, be enough to get the accountant off her back for-
The Orkhan woman perked up a little. "But, if you find any monsters that need to be slain, be sure to call on me! I owe the ship a debt for bringing me to Carina again, so I will do this for no charge." It was a pretty good offer, she thought; normally, she would charge upwards of ten golden coins for a day of service.
Aw, fuck.
"...told her I'd do it for free." admitted the monkey, sounding tired, "And a Sunsinger's word is good 'till the end of all days."
And that was bound to be that, no matter how graciously Ourha or the Senators offered additional payment to the sleepy witch. Once the price was stated and the offer accepted, there was no re-negotiation. Her coven's rules on remuneration were very strict, precisely to ensure that members took their duties seriously and did not allow the wealthy and sympathetic a chance to simply outbid those of lesser means who needed aid.
"Now, then, maybe just a short nap-"
The lemur was out before her head was even fully resting on Kitty's fur.
