WHO: Esther Shaw WHEN: Night of November 25 WHERE: Her bedroom, then the front lawn SUMMARY: Rather than unpacking, Esther has been studying the past couple of days and she's ready to see if her studying has been worthwhile. WARNINGS: None BINGO PROMPT: I Can't Believe I'm Saying This
Esther's bedroom was a mess. Under most circumstances, that would likely be understandable. She had only been back in Dunhaven for two days, having arrived late in the night on Saturday with her cats and a car that was packed with all of her belongings that she didn't necessarily trust to stay safe in transit of the moving truck she was expecting. But she wasn't one to really allow mess. Her loft in Chicago had always been downright immaculate, all of her things having a place and a cleaning routine that didn't even allow dust to begin to consider forming on surfaces.
Now, she was surrounded by nothing but clutter. Her laptop was balanced on an air mattress, her bed coming on the aforementioned moving truck, and the rest of the space was stacked with boxes. In the corner was the large cat bed that her cats sometimes shared; now was a time that they weren't, with Arwen sprawled across it and giving a very suspicious eye to Galadriel, who was snoozing on one of Esther's pillows. It was clear, though, that none of the boxes had been unpacked or even opened. She had hefted them into the room that she had claimed as her own and had barely moved from the space she had made herself on the floor after she'd had breakfast on Sunday morning.
The hour was late. Esther didn't even know where her phone was to check the actual time, but time seemed to fly by as she filled the notebook that she had bought from Eye of the Goddess. In her memories, Essek had copied most of these spells into his own well loved spellbook from other spellbooks or scrolls he'd had the fortune to be able to study. Esther, on the other hand, was simply writing the glyphs from memory.
Even without the context of the magic that Dunhaven seemed to possess and the fact that she had been able to successfully cast several cantrips with Gabe the day that had decided to experiment, it seemed silly to think that she hadn't once considered the possibility of writing down the spells that were so ingrained in Essek's core. In his relatively short life (at least in comparison to the other consecuted), magic had been his ticket into Den Thelyss and helped very much in his achieving Shadowhand. He was well-respected thanks to his talents, of which it was no hyperbole to call them prodigy level. But, Esther had never even imagined that writing them down would come of anything.
Now, she wondered if they would come of, well, everything.
Esther sat up, stretching her neck back and forth as she surveyed her work. Seated on the floor wasn't the most comfortable or ergonomic position, but she didn't seem to notice as she leaned forward and made another quick stroke in her notebook. With that, she smiled. Another spell completed, studied, hers.
Still smiling, Esther scooped up her notebook. She flipped through the pages, looking at the different arcane symbols that made up only a portion of the spells that Essek had learned in his years. But it was the last one that she was most excited about -- the one that she absolutely had to try.
The book was set on the mattress behind her, then she turned, closed her eyes, and concentrated. She didn't want to go far. It was the middle of the night, after all, and for as accepting as this town seemed to be when it came to oddities, she didn't want to push but so far. Picturing the front yard in her mind's eye, she spoke the words that she had said so many times through Essek Thelyss, most often to transport himself, but most recently to transport a band of misfits all over Xhorhas. Were she not so focused, her mind might have lingered on that group that had caught the attention of the right (or wrong, depending on their actions) people in his country, particularly the talented wizard that he was all too intrigued by. But the thoughts didn't take hold as instead she was distracted by the tugging sensation in her chest as the darkness surrounded her, pulling her from her bedroom and depositing her right in the front yard.
Esther stood there, barefoot and blinking into the darkness of the night. She had done it. She had teleported. And though she thought that she felt the same limitations that Essek did that would keep her from being able to cast the spell but so many times before she would need a full night's sleep to cast again, a wide grin spread across her face. She had cast magic. Real magic, big magic. The sort of magic that Essek was most successful at.
If only she'd known it was possible before. She could have saved so much money on plane tickets to see her brother.
But that thought barely even registered either, as she rushed toward the house. The door opened and she was thankful that it was apparently not yet late enough for either of them to have locked up, because it probably meant that her brother was awake somewhere in the house. All the better as she slammed the door shut behind her and shouted into the house, excitement thick in her tone, "Gabe, Gabe! I can't believe I'm saying this, but I can teleport!"