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The Hardest Part [18/?]
Date: 2014-03-07 11:02 pm (UTC)“Y…You really wish me to have this?” she said, skeptical. “W-Why?”
“I ain’t no mage,” he said, crossing his arms. “I’m a blacksmith, and a fine good one at that! But I don’t have any coin to give you for what you’ve done-”
She shook her head, cutting him off. “No, please, I cleared the mines out as an act of kindness. I don’t need pay for it! Frostbite spiders are easy to deal with!” she protested and he stared at her. It made her flush, embarrassed and she held the book back to him but he refused.
“Young lady, those spiders may have been nothing to you but for all of us, they have been a terror for weeks. No one here could take down a single one and yet you went and killed them all! A simple spell tome is paltry payment but it’s the least I can do.” She bit her lip, not convinced and he sighed. “Like I said, none of us here are mages. That tome will sit in a dresser here until the end of time. Its better someone like you gets to use it. You deserve it.”
She looked at the book again, biting her lip. Slowly she opened it, strange drawings on the page and before she could comprehend what they were the book pulled out of her hands and shattered making her shout. Her hands felt warm, a new spell knitting into her head and she winced before she opened her eyes. The burly blacksmith gave her a curious look and she looked to him before calling forth the spell.
A bubble of dark purple formed in her hands and suddenly, they were gone. All of her was gone. She was invisible! The blacksmith made a sound. “By Shor’s bones! She disappeared!”
“I’m here!” she said making him step back, frightened and she stepped forward, her body still gone but once she hit the side of his workbench she became whole again. They looked to each other.
He scratched his head, still wary. “Well, I suppose that could come in handy…”
She nodded but he was now stiff and his welcome and hospitality had disappeared. She was imposing on him now, her new magic obviously making him view her differently and she frowned and fetched her bag, giving him a bow. She ran off before he could say anything else, not wanting him to think she would stay and rob him blind or something. She went south to Riften, moving into the trees to avoid the massive Imperial-owned fort and she stopped by a small creek, pulling her hands out to test her magic again.
It seemed as long as she didn’t touch anything, she could remain invisible. She thought of all the bandit camps she had passed and how useful this would have been a year ago after she set out. It would have saved her a lot of bloodshed but her magic had grown strong from it so maybe it was fate that she didn’t.
She decided to only use the ability when it was absolutely necessary. There was no need to draw further attention to herself.
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Her robes were becoming ratty and she finally had to stop and strip, pulling out some string she had saved to try and mend them.
She didn’t do a very good job and she sighed, tugging them on anyways. She hoped she would come across some new ones soon. The purple her robes once sported was fading and the trim around the edges were frayed. She tugged on her boots and continued her journey.
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