Activity report: dance fever
Liv smiled a little, her cheeks coloring faintly at the praise, though she shook her head. “Oh, Goddess, no. I think you did most of the hard work there. I sort of… puttered about a bit and made a few people immobile. Had I been really helpful, I would have been able to Veil us both the hell out of there, but that’s not really something I’m any good at.“ Rather shite at it, though Jaime had likely figured that bit out by her less than helpful inability to make them both appear invisible. That would have simplified things a great deal.
The other girl did have a point, though. Magical illness came in different forms. One way was rather obvious. If the right spells were cast a certain way, a person could indeed become quite sick. If the wizard casting said spell were more of the warlock persuasion, their target could even die from such a casting. There had also been the occasional wizard who’d overdone themselves and required some down time similar to what a body needed when afflicted with the flu or something else just as unpleasant. The biomancer was pretty sure that the latter could be ruled out as more than just one person was being affected by the happenings of the area. Sadly, that didn’t rule out the first.
And if psychomancy were being utilized as well…. she shivered a little, biting her lower lip gently as she inhaled deeply, exhaling slowly as she nodded. "Mmm… not a good thought at all, really. So, bedmates then.” The single nod following that decree was decisive, as if she weren’t planning on allowing Jaime the opportunity to argue with her.
“Maybe not with tea, no, but I’m thinking if we take precautions and ward the room properly, it should null the effects of whatever it is that’s making people dance themselves to death.” She fell silent, her mind starting to roll with the possibilities of what could possibly be the best solution to the problem that had been presented. A ward was definitely high on her list, and the more types of magic it could guard against the better. It would need to be reactivated each morning, but that shouldn’t be a problem as she was usually awake at the crack of dawn. Shouldn’t be a problem, unless something happened to prevent her from resetting the ward.
She’d just need to teach Jaime how to activate it, then. That seemed the simplest and best solution for that bit.
Green eyes eyed the place almost critically as they approached the entrance. The sign proclaimed that the place was called “The Good Knight’s Rest”, which brought a small smile to her lips. The interior seemed homey, much the way one would expect a home that doubled as a place of lodging to seem. Antique furniture graced the main rooms, somehow making everything seem warmer.
“It’s definitely not the worst place I’ve stayed in.” Her nostril’s flared a bit, trying to place the gentle scent in the air. It was floral, though not any bloom in particular. Probably a candle of some sort. Reaching out, she tapped the bell on the counter gently, the sound ringing through the room. “Right then,” she said, looking back to Jaime while they waited. “I suppose we should probably get ourselves registered and situated, yeah?”
And older, matronly woman who looked to be in her early sixties bustled in from an adjacent room. A brief moment of suspicion entered her features before a bright, and possibly too sweet smile lit her features. “Welcome, girls! Seems right now is the time for tourists and travelers, the town has just been so busy! If you’re looking for a place to stay, I do have one room that’s open.” A faintly disapproving look crossed over the woman’s face before it vanished just as quickly as it had appeared. “It’s only got the one bed, but I believe I can scrounge up and air mattress for you.”
“If it helps,” though it probably wouldn’t, “I’m also a disaster at veils.”
Probably because she’d never been taught them and she’d learnt by watching others do them. In theory they were all about finesse, just like ritual magic and necromancy, in a way, but that hadn’t helped her. It really wasn’t the moment to be distracted, however, and Jamie forced herself to return to the conversation and the original trail of thought.
Sharing a bed wasn’t something she minded, it beat sleeping on the floor. It could have been awkward if she hadn’t been in that circumstance, with different people, about a dozen times. Teaming up during the war had had those things.
“Can you ward the room without, you know, burning the wards into the floor, or something like that? Worst case scenario we can do the wards under the floorboards,” she mused to herself, “or under a carpet? Even if we won’t be here for long, if they’re visible they’re a risk.”
She didn’t want rumors floating around the supernatural community, not yet. Though, now that she thought of it, maybe the White Council knew other ways to ward places.
Not long later after Liv had rung the bell on the counter a woman appeared, her expression flickering before apparently deciding on niceties.
“I’m glad you have a room,” Jamie replied, smiling slightly. She wasn’t good enough at appearances to grin, but it would have to do. “My cousin and I were worried everything would be taken, so an air mattress will do.”
Given her expression, maybe pretending to be cousins would help minimize rumors and get the woman more willing to talk about what was happening in the town. Heavens knew she’d pretended to be family with people that looked less like her than Liv did.
