Post Thirty Three: Sorting Things Out

[witchofthechalk]

[Tiffany is tired. No, worse. She's not tired, at least not properly tired. Properly tired was spending two days on your feet without sleep. It was helping a new mother give birth to twins. It was when you spent your time on something that made the sheer exhaustion feel like an accomplishment rather then a weakness. No she wasn't tired. Not really.

But she was worried. And she dreams of eyeless things, angry music and gingerbread houses in the woods. And she decides since she's a witch she's going to have to do something about all this. Or a few things.

A. Housemates: Tiffany is sitting on the living room floor while she goes through the small wooden box of her small things from home.

B. Tiffany is walking down the street with a broomstick floating in the air behind her. She's holding onto it by a string as she walks along.

C. Susan, people at Susan's house. There is a witch knocking on the door.

D. There is a girl and a broom on a hill. While that might be a little odd, the strange thing is that she's flying. Rather low to the ground but still flying. It helps her think.


ooc: Tiffany is now able to hear spill words.]

Comments

[ooeeooahah]

History - witches have been hunted a couple of times in my world, and if it weren't a really widespread thing, we might have gone extinct. Then the pendulum swings back, and we're revered instead of reviled... and it seems there's people who don't listen to explanations, and just want you to fix everything.

It's a lot easier to protect people when they aren't underfoot.

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

I see.

Well, we manage well enough in my world and people know what we are.

[ooeeooahah]

[ Ilsa sighs. ]

I hate to say it, but there are a huge number of idiots in my world. Luckily, I'm a psychiatrist, and qualified to make that diagnosis. Though honestly, most of the people in my world just can't see most of it.

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

See?

[Rather interesting.]

[ooeeooahah]

It's odd, but there's a lot of people who are blind to magic, or their brains won't accept it... their subconscious edits their memories of the event to fit their view of the world.

[ Ilsa shrugs again. ] Most of the time, it's actually a blessing. Luck, good or bad, gets blamed and they go on with their lives intact.

It's when one of the horrors is in their face that they remember, if they survive.

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

Yes. That would make it hard to explain then.

[ooeeooahah]

Most of what my group does is try to keep the peace, maintain the balance, and protect the ones that need it.

What responsibilities do you have in your circuit?

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

Mine was a large area of land called the Chalk. I looked after the sick, checked up on the elderly, helped with the births, took care of the deaths, solved disputes between people, made sure those with no voices were heard, kept things balanced, made sure things didn't get out of control and dealt with anything out of the ordinary that might show up in a land that seems to run on magic.

[ooeeooahah]

[ Ilsa nods. ] Large circuit, even with you being the full time guardian, that's a lot of responsibility. That's part of what hinders us, I think. Besides the secrecy, most of the guardians tend to have another full-time job besides the magic responsibilities.

[ She shrugs, ] It's a volunteer job, so we have to have a day job.

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

Well yes, witches can't charge people.

Though I tend to get a lot of old clothing and extra food that people just happen to have on hand when I'm passing by.

[ooeeooahah]

So, that is one of the variables. I was beginning to think that was an oddity limited to my world.

That was a little like how I got my degree - I signed on for a contract at the clinic that was under-served, and the city paid for my medical school. It just so happened that the city needed another guardian at the same time.

[ I wonder if the city decided it needed another guardian, or if it knew Grandma Brown was going to have that cardiovascular incident... ]

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

Not in all of them, but certainly in mine.

[She nods.]

The land picks its own witch sometimes.

[ooeeooahah]

I'd like to invite you over for tea, sometime when you're free.

[ She gives a small greeting bow. ]

I'm Ilsa Higa, at 1490 Kramden Road.

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

[A bow back in return.]

Thank you. I'd like that.

My name's Tiffany Aching.

[ooeeooahah]

I should let you get to flying, but please stop by sometime.

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

I'll do that.

[And with another nod she'll continue her walk towards the hill. Broom flying in the air behind her.]