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The Garden, Friday Afternoon
This was going to be a bad one; Karla could tell.
Everything had a price. Pain balanced the power she could wield during the rest of the month. No witch could use her Jeweled strength during the first three days of her moontime without agony. For darker-Jeweled witches, that agony extended further, making even basic Craft a chore to be suffered through. Some months were better than others, when basic Craft was painful but doable. Other months, like this one, Karla woke with a taloned fist wrapped around her insides. That meant that any Craft, even something as basic as vanishing a book or floating a glass of water, would be accompanied by intense pain, gasping, and probably tears.
However, there was a way to ease a bit of the pain, and that's what Karla was doing now. Queens were able to siphon their power into the land. They called it the Queen's gift; a bit of blood or power into the land made it richer and more healthy, made the plants stronger and harvests better. And by pouring her Jeweled strength into the land, she would hurt less tomorrow when her moon-time actually started. There wouldn't be the reservoir of power within her to turn into twisting pain. Craft would still be beyond her her capabilities, but she'd be able to walk and move and interact with people, instead of being huddled up in bed, wishing that Ben had programmed Mini-Morton with the rules about fussing.
All of which led to Karla being outside, on her hands and knees, mucking about in the garden. What had started as a plan to siphon off a little power had turned into a decision to start prepping some of the garden for spring--it was still early yet, but Karla could feel the land readying itself and wanted to lend a hand. Her hands were chapped and red (the earth was still half-frozen), her clothing was ruined, and she had streaks of dirt on her face and in her hair.
All of which added up to one happy witchling.
[Establishing stuff for the weekend, but open!]
Everything had a price. Pain balanced the power she could wield during the rest of the month. No witch could use her Jeweled strength during the first three days of her moontime without agony. For darker-Jeweled witches, that agony extended further, making even basic Craft a chore to be suffered through. Some months were better than others, when basic Craft was painful but doable. Other months, like this one, Karla woke with a taloned fist wrapped around her insides. That meant that any Craft, even something as basic as vanishing a book or floating a glass of water, would be accompanied by intense pain, gasping, and probably tears.
However, there was a way to ease a bit of the pain, and that's what Karla was doing now. Queens were able to siphon their power into the land. They called it the Queen's gift; a bit of blood or power into the land made it richer and more healthy, made the plants stronger and harvests better. And by pouring her Jeweled strength into the land, she would hurt less tomorrow when her moon-time actually started. There wouldn't be the reservoir of power within her to turn into twisting pain. Craft would still be beyond her her capabilities, but she'd be able to walk and move and interact with people, instead of being huddled up in bed, wishing that Ben had programmed Mini-Morton with the rules about fussing.
All of which led to Karla being outside, on her hands and knees, mucking about in the garden. What had started as a plan to siphon off a little power had turned into a decision to start prepping some of the garden for spring--it was still early yet, but Karla could feel the land readying itself and wanted to lend a hand. Her hands were chapped and red (the earth was still half-frozen), her clothing was ruined, and she had streaks of dirt on her face and in her hair.
All of which added up to one happy witchling.
[Establishing stuff for the weekend, but open!]
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She was humming softly to herself.
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It was a measure of how much she'd come to trust Fandom, that she didn't plan on hiding in her room all weekend instead.
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They'd been together for months, after all.
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"Probably wise," she said, a bit rueful. "Though that's why I'm out here. Making it so I don't need him to, if it comes down to it." She ducked her head and muttered, "I'm going to take it easy this weekend, too."
Oh, how the fates did laugh.
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Which was a blatant lie, really.
"I guess we'll just have to see. In the name of science, of course."
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See, and said like that, you'd almost think it was normal.
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"So, uh, Momoko and I were in Baltimore. At the Causeway." She paused. "Remind me to tell you why, later. Funny story." Yeeeah. "And, this person who has a huge grudge against Barbara decided to, uh. Abduct me."
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She grinned, a very tiny but real grin, then. "But everyone got out okay, and I was never so glad to see anyone in my life, and yeah. I think Roy got a scratch, but he's actually much to macho to care, and Momoko got hurt a bit, but Raven healed both of us." She sighed shakily. "Except I have a new power now." She bit her lip. "Can you tell? Can you sense it?" And then she sent, even though she couldn't hear Karla's response, I think I understand your offering to Darkness thing now. I got my mom's gift.
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It was akin to trying to decipher a particularly tricky tangled web; dreams and visions that only made sense if you looked at them sideways.
"What do you understand?" she asked. "And what gift?"
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