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Ari is... so, so lost. He didn't know this amount of lost was physically possible. One minute he's in a briar maze deep in Winter picking frostberries for a pie, then he takes four left turns and he exits the briar and he's in a temperate forest. Not even any snow on the ground. He turns around and there's no thicket to be seen.
He puts the frostberry pouch in his backpack and mutters the incantation to open a Way back to the mortal realm; he might land somewhere dangerous, but better endangered in the mortal realm than completely lost in the Nevernever. And... nothing. Literally nothing happens, no backlash or fizzling or anything that would indicate that he fucked up a spell, but the kind of nothing that happens when you don't have a spell to cast.
In something of a panic, he tests that he still has magic by punching a nearby tree, which splinters and crashes to the ground. "So that's still working, I guess," he mutters. "Punching systems: still online."
So, recap: magic works, he just got snatched out of deep Winter territory and put into something that kind of looks like the Wyld, and the Ways are on the fritz. Either something big is screwing with him or he's very much not in Kansas anymore. Either way, he'd better figure out what the hell is going on.
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bitterchill
bitterchill
"That works too! Don't worry, I'm super unlikely to actually get it that wrong. I'm going to use literally the tiniest amount of blood I can separate out. And the spell's just supposed to be two seconds of happy, so it's not like there's much room for it to go haywire."
imeanforever
"If you say so. I will try not to let you do anything irresponsible with your magically induced delight."
bitterchill
"Two seconds. Safe as houses. Safe as this house, in particular, which is unusually safe on account of I made it out of magic."
Ari draws out his circle. He makes a pin out of the wall and uses it to collect a tiny drop of the blood from the cup, which he sets down at the edge of the circle. He wipes the drop of blood on a particular rune in the circle, and starts his brief incantation.
When Ari created this cup, he neglected to give it a flattened base.
As he finishes the chant, the bowl upends itself directly onto the active rune, igniting about ten times as much blood as the spell called for.
Ari draws out his circle. He makes a pin out of the wall and uses it to collect a tiny drop of the blood from the cup, which he sets down at the edge of the circle. He wipes the drop of blood on a particular rune in the circle, and starts his brief incantation.
When Ari created this cup, he neglected to give it a flattened base.
As he finishes the chant, the bowl upends itself directly onto the active rune, igniting about ten times as much blood as the spell called for.
imeanforever
Promise's wings flutter in alarm. She's pretty sure that wasn't supposed to happen.
"Winter?"
"Winter?"
bitterchill
There is currently a cloud of smoke around Ari. It clears gradually, revealing a beatific-looking Ari lying on the floor.
"Hiiiiiiiiii!" he giggles.
"Hiiiiiiiiii!" he giggles.
imeanforever
"Are you all right?" she asks. "And will anything unfortunate happen if I clear the smoke with a breeze?"
bitterchill
Ari considers this very seriously. "Clearing... is good. I'm great! I'm great. Hi!"
imeanforever
Promise produces a breeze; it's a little anemic considering that the house is brand-new but it chases some smoke out the window a little faster than it would have gone of its own accord.
"I don't think you meant to use that much blood," she says. "What did it do?"
"I don't think you meant to use that much blood," she says. "What did it do?"
bitterchill
Ari convinces his limbs to work, pushes himself off the ground, and teeters over to hug Promise. Once he has reached an appropriate location to do so, he appears to realize that he would probably crush her like a bug if he tried to hug her properly, and instead flumps down near her and embraces her calf.
"You're nice. I like you better than faeries."
bitterchill
"You aaaaaaaaaare."
Ari decides that he wants to stick his hand into the floor! He pokes it experimentally; it refuses to cooperate. He tries to remember how to magic. "Promiiiiise? How do I magic?"
Ari decides that he wants to stick his hand into the floor! He pokes it experimentally; it refuses to cooperate. He tries to remember how to magic. "Promiiiiise? How do I magic?"
imeanforever
"I don't know how to do your magic, I only know how to do mine. What are you trying to do?"
bitterchill
"I want to stick my hand in the floor! It feels like pudding, it's fun! But it feels like rock instead."
bitterchill
"Oh." Ari defers to her expertise.
What else is fun? "Do you know if there's anybody I can fight? That'd be fun."
What else is fun? "Do you know if there's anybody I can fight? That'd be fun."
imeanforever
"Not right now. We're pretty far away from anybody else and don't want to make them annoyed with us anyway." Pat pat.
bitterchill
"Damn."
Ari seems to have exhausted his list of things that are fun.
In lieu of actual fun things, he is willing to lie on the floor and be happy!
Ari seems to have exhausted his list of things that are fun.
In lieu of actual fun things, he is willing to lie on the floor and be happy!