Mage spells are vast - but many are suited for communicating with fairies. Not to mention, transportation and defense - though if she had a spell to teleport out, she'd probably have done it by now.

 

Slipping down the passage to her room, and past a hatchet, you land just to the side of a cracked mug; in the center of what looks to be a summoning circle, in white chalk. Fluttering back with a start, you land on more symbols, too large for you to understand. As you follow their lines, they lead up to the woman occupying the cell - a hand with black nails etching word after word into the wall.

 

"S-s-summoning, astral hand, giant astral - Was the correct rune this, or was it. Ah. AH. No, please no - I'm already losing my chalk... I need to note it all before this place destroys my memories!"

 

Her very-high, large-soled zippered black boots rattle you as they dark back and forth, between notes on the cell walls. Her black jacket flutters behind like a cape as she moves around, above a one-piece outfit. Quick fingers grasp onto her pageboy cap, which stands above tufts of unkempt black hair that stretch down to her navel. Skull earrings dangle with her. It seems like this human is rather gaunt and scrawny from long hours studying, with a hunched posture as she leans over old notes. She's got a pallid face, and big black bags under her eyes, which swirl as if under a distant spell.

 

"Hear my prayers, creatures. C-creatures from beyond..." Now she begins scratching at the wall, leaving nail marks on a drawing as she sinks down. "O-o-only you... Understand my pain... Hmhm... My passion..."

 

The drawing turns out to be of a fairy. She's a good artist, considering the lack of light. It's flattering. Though you're not sure why she keeps clawing at it. And at the incantations etched around it.

 

Wait. Was you coming here... Thanks to her summoning spell!?

 

Finally, clenching her teeth and shoulders, Ilbien wails. "I'm gonna DIE. I'm dying here, thanks to that illegitimate princess, her stupid laws, her unfair trials, her disgusting clique, her perfect blonde hair... I hate them! I h-h-hate humans! Hate n-n-normies! Hate! Hate!"

 

Is this really the right time to be talking with her...?

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April 1, 2025
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