Lady Silver Smoke is Valuable ~ by SaralynArati

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10 years ago

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There are times when a woman just has to sit down, assuming there's a floor, and have a good cry. Now is definitely one of those times for Smoke Cat. Conjure air, so that when her nose gets stuffy she doesn't imagine things and panic, and then go ahead and sob. The tears ground her in the moment. Fear about the future is still there, but more distant. And the saline helps keep the past that threatens to sap her strength here in the darkness, at bay. Yet eventually teeming eyes run dry.

10 years ago

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Similarly, she knows that she is trapped even before she hears her father's voice behind her. "I see you have found my vault," he remarks. "I keep my most precious objects in here. It would appear that you, my child, have just volunteered to join them." Minutes pass as he undoes the locks, mechanical and magical, and then ushers her inside. Smoke Cat holds up her head as she turns to face him. "What about air? Water?" "Make them yourself; your pitiful spells won't harm anything in here."

10 years ago

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Avoiding the sound of voices as best she can, Smoke Cat Watching soon finds herself in the servants' quarters. That's fine; servants must come and go as well. But there are many of them, and not all are involved in hunting for her, so she is forced to backtrack again and again until she is not sure where she is. Suddenly she is at the junction of three halls, facing an unprepossessing, but extremely solid looking door. The young shaman does not even need to touch it to feel the dark magic.

10 years ago

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Presently her father strides through her bower, his gaze dismissing the empty rooms, the silent garden with the one ornamental tree much too small and slender to hold her weight. But no one thinks to look up. And Smoke rises. After a certain amount of milling around, the guards and servants disperse again, and finally, every limb aching from dangling above their heads, the shaman drops lightly to the ground. Now she must find her way out of the maze of corridors in Silver Dagger's house.

10 years ago

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Next she drags her makeshift rope over to the fountain and renders it thoroughly sodden. Wet silk will not break. Choosing her heaviest and sturdiest hair skewers, Smoke Cat affixes these to each end, praying that they will act as grappling hooks in the tile roofing on the other side of her garden wall. Lastly she clumsily fiddles with the door lock to raise the alarm. Once outside she throws the ends up as high as she can and jumps. She scrambles astride her semi-tight rope just in time.

10 years ago