(Stealth: 9)

Shit.

She locked herself out. And there's no window, no crack, the keyhole's not the kind you can see through. She can't Dimensional Slide somewhere she can't see at all.

She can't sneak back in, and everyone's looking for her.

Okay...

(Bluff: 3)

She goes in the front door.

"I'm here, I'm here! I just, uh, went outside for a moment. No need to yell."

"We've been calling out for you for five minutes, Gamila!"

    "I, uh, I didn't hear you."

Mido shakes his head. "You had me worried something had happened to you. Don't do that."

    "Sorry."

"For Axis' sake, Gamila. You know better than to wander off like that."

    "I know. I'm sorry.

"If you know, why did you do it? You should tell me, at least, so I know where you are! Why didn't you tell me?"

    "You were busy."

"You're lying to me and I don't know why but I'm disappointed in you, Gamila. C'mon, we're going home."

...

Great. Now both of her parents are being cold to her, and they're still being cold to each other on top of that. The Saei household is under a continuous strain.

Mido does not take his daughter to work again in the following days.

(Stealth: 20)

Which is why, as soon as her parents are asleep, she sneaks out.

Gamila wears her cloak, keeps her head down, and swerves away any time she hears the sounds of armor.

She avoids the major streets, sticking to alleys and back passages, using her knowledge of the city's layout.

There are a couple of close calls, but nothing terribly unlucky happens, and Gamila finds her path mostly unimpeded.

The laundry service is closed up tight and both the shop and the apartment above are dark and quiet.

(Climb: 22)

Gamila goes for the window this time. She climbs up the alley wall until she can peak through the curtains, then Slides through the glass, appearing inside the dark apartment.

She peers through the darkness at the recliner-bed.

Omlar is fast asleep.

His spellbook is in its usual place on his bedside table.

Gamila takes the spellbook and creeps down into the closed-up shop.

She sits on the floor with the spellbook in front of her.

And she resumes where she left off, following the scaffold for Detect Magic, slowly tugging and sculpting the magic at her fingertips into the structure it needs to have. She's very, very good at visualization, but even she can't imagine in five dimensions.

She's slow. She's precise. Her hands are steady. And it's still going to take her a while to get it right.

(Spellcraft: 18)

Or not.

Gamila's eyes go wide and her face lights up in a grin as the magic folds together and she's suddenly holding a completed spell.

...what does she do, once she has the complete spell?

She can feel the tug, to cast Detect Magic all she has to do is pull, but that'd ruin all her hard work, and she knows cantrips are supposed to be reusable.

...it sure would be a lot easier to figure out what to do if she could see what she was doing.

Fuck it, she has time.

She pulls, she casts, and everything changes.

Building a second Detect Magic is trivially easy with the first one up, even when it cuts out halfway through.

Building a third Detect Magic after casting the second goes even more smoothly. This time she actually finishes and is able to look at the complete spell.

Now, how does one hang the spell for later?

Okay, she can kind of see a naïve way to stick the spell onto one of her spell slots. But that can't possibly be the right way. It wouldn't change anything about how actually casting the spell would unravel it into nothing. She knows cantrips are supposed to be reusable so this can't possibly be the correct way to use a spell slot.

(Omlar deliberately omitted the concept of 'catching' a cantrip for reuse from his explanation.)

She's only seen the one spell. Maybe looking at a different spell will give her a hint?

Gamila flips the page of the spellbook to Prestidigitation, then casts the third Detect Magic and gets to work.

Omlar Narvet is accustomed to rising early.

If he oversleeps, Endure Elements collapses on him and that is not a pleasant way to wake up.

He stretches, yawns, reaches out to slap his bedside lamp with Light, then reaches for his spellbook to do his routine re-casting of Endure Elements, as he does every morning.

His hand meets bare wood.

Omlar is suddenly very awake.

Gamila is too excited by her success to feel guilty about it when she hears Omlar's cursing from upstairs.

She grabs the spellbook, races up the steps, and glomps him.

"I did it! I did it!"

His spellbook. There it is. He feels an immense relief about that, followed by an anger-tinged lust. The girl is far too audacious, sneaking additional lessons he didn't give her. She needs to be put in her place. Her place being, on his dick.

Then his mind catches up, and that feeling is replaced by mild horror.

"No you didn't."

...

"Detect Magic."

Gamila has Endure Elements up.

"Watch. Mage Hand."

She floats his spellbook back onto his bedside table.

"Prestidigitation."

She runs her hand over her hair, turning the wavy black to a gem-like emerald green (while also changing it from 'rinsed and brushed three days ago' to 'freshly shampooed and styled').

She unhugs to do a pirouette.

Omlar smirks.

She definitely didn't catch those cantrips after she used them. She's about to learn that lesson the hard way.

"Well done," he lies.

He puts on a frown.

"How many of my spells did you prepare?"

"I've got Detect Magic, Prestidigitation, Mage Hand, Light, and Endure Elements. It took most of the night to figure out the right way to hang the spells; those are all I had time for once I did."

Omlar's smirk grows at her obvious lie. She oughtn't have the slots for more than that. The only way she could is if she's smarter than him, and he's already decided she isn't.

(A note of disquiet, that he couldn't have worked out the rest of it for himself after only the instruction he'd given her. Easily ignored. After all, the him of today is hardly taxed by the task. But there'd been something off about those cantrips, when she cast them.)

"You can thank me in a moment. I need the privy. When I come out I want you naked on my bed."

"Yes, Sir!"

She strips and lays down.

When he returns, she isn't just naked, she's touching herself in anticipation.

He slaps her hand away and replaces it with his cock.

For the next little while, he uses her ardently if uncreatively, fucking her roughly and with no care for her pleasure. It's less frustrating when he's expecting it, but still kind of disappointing that she wasn't overestimating her own value hasn't learned her lesson.

He finishes twice, before regaining enough self-control to clean himself up and kick her out. (Oh that's right, she lost her Prestidigitation. She needs him to clean her up. Well, he might. If she begs.)

"Detect Magic," he whispers.

Gamila still has no idea there's anything strange or special about how she hung her spells.

"Prestidigitation."

She waves her hand to clean up all the sweat, manseed, and tangled hair.

(Her hair is black again, but still much cleaner than it usually used to be.)

...whut.

"You bitch!"