Lucia Walsh-Rhys is many things. Impetuous, stupidly heroic, generous to the point where anyone else wouldn't survive it. From New York.
Busting down El's door to get at this soul-eater.
"What a lucky shamrock you are. Apart from how you want the bloody things."
"You also wouldn't get a bunch of amphisbaena trying to attack, say, a siren-spider or a chayena," she snorts. "I'm bigger and badder than them and they know it."
"Well, I don't know exactly what-all sensory modalities they all have, but at least for me, mals are sort of shiny--it's not exactly a visual shininess, it's sort of like it but it doesn't make it harder to see anything--and then stronger mals are shinier."
"Maybe? It'd be more likely post-graduation, anyway, anything that's shiny enough to scare me isn't going to get put down by anyone else in here, and there's an awfully limited selection of places to run to."
"Yeah, but it'll eat six people and hibernate or something, lots of kinds. Or you could go get backup, unless you can't benefit from a circle?"
"Oh, I could probably benefit from a circle, there's a thought. Lots of kinds do that but lots don't, and like, maw-mouths don't, and they're the scariest kind I can think of."
"What, is Patience impatient and gone walkabout? I think they do stay put so long as that's working for them."
"I have to graduate eventually. Can't run for backup then regardless, though, the only way out is through...it's not especially likely before then, but I've never met anything that looked even halfway to shiny enough to scare me off, so my imagination went straight to the top."
"I believe most people choose to go really fast between the maw-mouths, not through."
"Maybe your dad will send a note." She is as clean as Scholomance soap can get her and pulls on her wet clothes.
"...What, because he'd know how scary a mal I am? If he didn't come clean about the basic premise at any point up 'till now I don't see him disclosing anything more useful than that just in time for senior year."
"It could be cryptic advice! Or maybe he is waiting till you've come of age or pupated or whatever it is you do."
"Aw, man, if I pupate into something genuinely awful as opposed to just philosophically disquieting I'm gonna be pissed at him."
"If you feel the urge to spin a cocoon assume a full lotus and box breathe."
"Okay, thanks. I hope it never comes up but if it does," shrug. "Better safe than sorry."
"Oh, good, I'll try it next time someone from New York gets tetchy with me for not being a team player."