Mar 06, 2021 3:08 AM
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"Wow. Where I'm from we only use the word magic for fictional stuff. What's real magic like?"

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"You'll get to see some when she salts the pond. There's chanting and herbs and sometimes animal sacrifice."

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Brenda is one of those lamewads who seems to have coincidental schedule conflicts with a majority of family hunting trips, but magic is way more exciting than acquiring extra food. "Can anyone learn magic?"

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"No, you have to be a witch, and you aren't, or your daemon wouldn't be having this problem."

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"Damn." It would be really nice not to be having this problem. She knows there are about a hundred more questions about magic she ought to be asking but it's kind of hard to formulate them while feeling the sensations of a kind of dying humans can't do.

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A witch zooms onto the scene, aboard a flying treebranch and wearing ragged-edged black silk knotted around herself in a fashion that doesn't really look warm enough. The owl swoops onto her shoulder; she lands by the octopus. She has a bag, attached to some of the silk at her waist, and rummages in it and comes up with a canister of perfectly ordinary iodized salt. "This should hold you long enough for me to get you a tank," she says, picking off the paper seal at the spout.

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"Thank you. A lot."

The octopus relaxes when the salt goes into the water, and changes from white to a light greenish brown. "Thanks. It's very good to meet you, I'm . . . I should pick a name."

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The witch pours just a little salt, chants something in a foreign language, and then pours out the rest of the salt in a heap on a rock near the edge of the water. "The spell will hopefully keep the concentration up, but you might want to top it up if it starts feeling wrong, reach out a tentacle and brush some in," she says. "Uh - I should ask you all my extremely confused questions after I have an emergency tank for you." She gets back on her tree branch, which has been hovering in midair since she dismounted. "I'll leave Path with you but I will already be hurrying as fast as I can so he can't exactly bite himself to speed me up." The owl flutters off her shoulder back to his chosen tree. And she zooms up up and away.

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"If you want to ask extremely confused questions and likely get extremely confused answers, go ahead," Brenda says to Path once the witch is gone. 

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"Mostly it just boils down to 'how did you previously not have a daemon'."

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