3rd of Spring, 516AV
After the last crooked braid disappeared around a canvas corner, Ixzo sat back, pulling her ankles together to cross them before her, watching the fire. She was right, in the few chimes it took to get Iollu out the door, the bones had begun to smell horrible. Peeking into the iron pot, Ixzo stirred them, watching tiny bubbles find their way up the light sticks. Some meat was loosening, although she could not yet peal it off with her wooden spoon.
Instead, Ixzo focused on gathering her supplies. The few paintbrushes and paint that she had gotten at the market would do. The cat tried to dredge up the flaky memories from her childhood as she set to work. After the little bit of experimenting and eavesdropping she had done as a kid, the Kelvic knew nothing of Malediction.
Flaking in her mind, as she set them to center stage, she remembered the heavy wrinkles of the old witch. It was hard to see too clearly between the slatted bamboo of the shutters, but the child knew she would not be caught.
"Carving is best," The shaky yet somehow immensely powerful words rung out to the chosen girls. The true Myrians of the Shorn Skulls who would be taught this intriguing magic. "Although painting…"
Ixzo couldn't remember. But what could it hurt? She did remember one thing the old witch had said, since it had been said to her. "Malediction only goes wrong when nothing happens." Of course in her childhood mind, the Kelvic assumed it meant that it was the one and only magic that wasn't dangerous, still it had only worked to peak her interest further.
Memory had never been her strongest skill.
After the last crooked braid disappeared around a canvas corner, Ixzo sat back, pulling her ankles together to cross them before her, watching the fire. She was right, in the few chimes it took to get Iollu out the door, the bones had begun to smell horrible. Peeking into the iron pot, Ixzo stirred them, watching tiny bubbles find their way up the light sticks. Some meat was loosening, although she could not yet peal it off with her wooden spoon.
Instead, Ixzo focused on gathering her supplies. The few paintbrushes and paint that she had gotten at the market would do. The cat tried to dredge up the flaky memories from her childhood as she set to work. After the little bit of experimenting and eavesdropping she had done as a kid, the Kelvic knew nothing of Malediction.
Flaking in her mind, as she set them to center stage, she remembered the heavy wrinkles of the old witch. It was hard to see too clearly between the slatted bamboo of the shutters, but the child knew she would not be caught.
"Carving is best," The shaky yet somehow immensely powerful words rung out to the chosen girls. The true Myrians of the Shorn Skulls who would be taught this intriguing magic. "Although painting…"
Ixzo couldn't remember. But what could it hurt? She did remember one thing the old witch had said, since it had been said to her. "Malediction only goes wrong when nothing happens." Of course in her childhood mind, the Kelvic assumed it meant that it was the one and only magic that wasn't dangerous, still it had only worked to peak her interest further.
Memory had never been her strongest skill.