Post Twenty Nine: Take to the sky

[witchofthechalk]

 [Tiffany Aching, teenage witch of the Chalk has gotten two things back from the town. One of them is rather obvious.

Her broom. Which is why you can.

A. See a figure in a pointy hat flying high into the sky and around the town. It's been far too long since she's been able to escape like this...which is probably why...

B. Landing rather clumsily in front of you. She straightens her witches hat as she steadies herself.]

Sorry about that. I'm a little out of practise.

[And for anyone who's interested in her other regain.

C. Tiffany Aching is standing off to the side. Somewhere, a street, her house. She's holding her head and muttering under her breath. You might be able to catch some of what she's saying.]

I told you, for the last time. Stop it! 

Comments

[the-wee-big-hag.livejournal.com]

Someone told me of another world like that.

Apparently it's rare for people magic to get along with people who don't.

Well in my world we basically have two groups of magic users. Witches and wizards. The wizards tend to go to the Unseen University to learn magic. While witches tend to learn in a more apprentice setting in smaller towns or villages.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Interesting. We have guilds. But unless you're rich or have nepotism on your side, forget about getting into one. It's all about goddamn politics. [Someone's obviously bitter about this. He takes a cigarette from a pack in his pocket, and lights one up.]

[the-wee-big-hag.livejournal.com]

I think the wizards deal more with politics then we do.

[She thinks for a moment/listens to the remaining memories of the wizard in her head...don't ask.]

Yes. They're quite more interested in politics. They have a tendency to kill each other to get ahead I believe.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Hnn. I'm not interested in politics. Where the hell does it get you in the end? Nowhere. Spellcaster society is just fooling themselves.

[He pauses a moment, taking a long drag on his cigarette, and shakes his head.] Doesn't matter to me anyway. I learned a hell of a lot without their nonsense anyway.

[the-wee-big-hag.livejournal.com]

[Nods. Okay then.]

Have you run into many magic users from other worlds here?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[Sorry Tiffany, Theo loves listening to himself talk.]

Yeah. Several. None from my own yet, though.

[the-wee-big-hag.livejournal.com]

Yes. There was one from my own world here. But I'm afraid she's gone now.

[Doesn't like to dwell on that topic.]

Have you been stuck in the town long?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

It happens. Mayfield practically has a revolving door.

Awhile. Since April.

[the-wee-big-hag.livejournal.com]

It does. I think when we understand why they keep bringing us here and then returning us, we'll be a bit closer in solving the mystery of this lace.

I've been here since October, a year ago.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

That has to be the longest I've heard yet. And you've never left and come back?

[the-wee-big-hag.livejournal.com]

Yes actually. But it was one day here, and three years on the Disc.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Three years back in your home? Christ. This place really must just exist entirely outside of time. And hear I had heard that if you go home it's like no time has past at all.

[the-wee-big-hag.livejournal.com]

I think it must.

That's also true. I didn't remember a thing about this place either.