[ a log ] in one golden land and out another

[bitchcrafts]

[ She'd returned to her golden land for a breather; getting used to a world of anti-fantasy was stressful to someone who had been plucked out of her world as a witch. She was adapting, but she was also steadily losing her prowess to the anti-magic toxin that hung in the air. She was sure soon enough, all she would be able to do would be in privacy

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[the_tantei_gm]

[At first, it seems to be isolated.]

[But then the familiar golden butterflies start to appear around the gazebo. Many fluttering near her, as if looking her over.]

[bitchcrafts]

--?!

[ Someone's using her magic. It's not Evatrice. It's not her predecessor... she can't pinpoint it, so she just waits. ]

[the_tantei_gm]

So...it really did work. [A chuckle echoes around the garden.]

And here I thought it would be an idea so foolish that it would make a court jester look the most wise of men.

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[bitchcrafts]

That voice...