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 Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2016 6:10 pm
America gave a thoughtful hum. "I don't know if I'd call it doing magic. I mean," she corrected, "it's magic for sure. But it's not the same as..." The flap of her satchel lifted up, a pen and small notepad floating out of it and on to the table. "But I guess there's different types. There's the big kinds like ripping a portal between worlds and the little kinds like this. There's the sort you can like, do a spell of sorts and get a thing done. This is...it's magic, but it's quiet and it doesn't change the world, just the way you and another see it." Picking up the pen, she goes on. "Maybe it's him doing magic, but I think it's more that this place is magic, and he saw a door worth opening. Pretty sure it closes some doors too. Another warg got bitten up by a moonwalker at Blackfriars, she didn't change like the rest, though."
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2016 6:22 pm
It said much of how far either of them had come that some writing tools floating out of America's bag seemingly of their own volition was something Leila observed without being given much pause. No shock and awe or even a little gasp. Just telekinesis, huh? Not bad. And perhaps, a tiny bit of envy. "That makes more sense, I think. Even if it's magic there's some point at which it interacts with our nervous system. Most animals have one of those. Yes, even termites." That was at Friend -- it had gotten curious. "By the way, I already have a thing going on with one animal. It doesn't sound the same, though. It's pure talk instead of the... everything else warging seems to have going on."
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2016 7:30 pm
"Yeah, but I think it may help you out, gotta say." America beamed, clearly impressed and enthusiastic about just plain talking to animals. The Dr. Dolittle s**t was cool. "They don't think and talk exactly the same, right? So maybe you've shaken out a few of the human filters that confuse more than help." Nodding, she went on, "But depending on what sort of critter you bond with, things can get different. You might start picking up smells or seeing colors that you didn't know existed. It can also hurt you," the girl warned, "if you borrow their eyes too much on this side. Migraines and such. Nothing permanent, but like a lot of stuff, it works best Over There."
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2016 7:44 pm
"Aw, not migraines!" Leila gave a disgusted look at the thought. "I already get migraines with my shitty futurevision. I recommend never getting futurevision, by the way." Those were good points from America though, or so she'd hoped. It would be so nice if things turned out easier than expected if she ended up finding an animal she felt confident about bonding with for life. "It sounds like Eve will be able to walk me through bits of it, though, even if her experiences are a little different." There were common themes either way: sensory distortion, sensory addition. "Anything else I should know?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2016 8:18 pm
"Yeah, I think Eve can help you a lot with that stuff. Seemed to really, really get it when we exchanged notes. The rest, I think a lot of the rest is gonna be a gradual thing, stuff to work on and train as you go, 'cause the bond gets stronger and you can do more. I'm not sure if you initiating things will keep your vision and such from going haywire, but if it does, we'll be able to help ease you through it." Reaching into her pocket, America pulled out a piece of dried cherry and handed it to the bluejay, the beginning of the anti-murderbird bribes. "Other than that, first you gotta find a partner, so let's not count your chickens before they hatch."
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2016 9:10 pm
Leila's smile broadened at America's warmth and confidence. She could see why Eve had warmed up to this girl in spite of a messy first impression: she was just so sincerely friendly, and damned wise to boot. There would have been a crush brewing for sure if the age gap wasn't there to make it weird. One of the future chickens was a funny idea for sure though, even if that wasn't what America had meant. If Eve consented to the idea, Leila's first pick for a familiar would be Clover. Being able to warg her wife's dog would make it easier for them keep in check with each other in case things got weird, not to mention they already had a good enough relationship that it would be less of a challenge to communicate and bond safely. Leila fished her smartphone out of her bag (which Eve had turned traffic cone orange the other morning) and tapped out a text to America with some more contact information. "You helped me a lot, so thank you. Really. Is it okay if I keep in touch with you? You're free to give us a call or a visit too, anytime."
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2016 9:58 pm
Leaning forward, a little excited and honestly glad she'd made enough of a good impression to get Leila to both consider it and not, like, make Eve disown her or something, America happily exchanged information, as well as gave directions to her her little camper just outside of town. She got a little shy toward the end, telling Leila it was really nice to meet her and Eve too with an almost painful sincerity. Bitterberry tried to steal Leila's keys.
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