Magic is something parents tell their children in stories but it is by definition a fantasy, certainly not something one can wield to one's purpose. It is colors in the wind and a delicate tinkling and puffs of harmless smoke, not pungent herbs and sweltering barns reeking of must and rot, and a bound prisoner with a worm in his head about to have the truth wrung out of him. This is nothing like the magic in her childhood storybooks. It all leaves a bad taste in her mouth. But needs, must. The means can justify the end no matter the knots in her stomach.
She musters a stern nod at the girl with the skull-faced dog. ]
Suyumkhe.
[ Her titles, former of otherwise, don't matter here. ]
LATE WITH STARBUCKS . . .
Magic is something parents tell their children in stories but it is by definition a fantasy, certainly not something one can wield to one's purpose. It is colors in the wind and a delicate tinkling and puffs of harmless smoke, not pungent herbs and sweltering barns reeking of must and rot, and a bound prisoner with a worm in his head about to have the truth wrung out of him. This is nothing like the magic in her childhood storybooks. It all leaves a bad taste in her mouth. But needs, must. The means can justify the end no matter the knots in her stomach.
She musters a stern nod at the girl with the skull-faced dog. ]
Suyumkhe.
[ Her titles, former of otherwise, don't matter here. ]
Please, tell me how I may help.