Jinx. It was so perfect, so very fitting; it suited her entirely.
Alias or not, the name complimented her. A jinx, huh? A particular kind of curse; misfortune causing and bad luck creating-- no doubt something she was good at going by the way mischief seemed to seep through every pore of her being. Very similarly to the way his own chaotic core acted, in fact.
Klarion hummed for a moment in thought, considering how to sum up the spell in layman’s terms. For him it was simple enough, and soon it Jinx would think the same of such a rudimentary spell. Under the wing of a witch who grew up around thriving and flourishing coven who had witchcraft integrated into every aspect of their lives.
He was getting giddy now, resisting the childish urge to jump up and down and cheer because he won. Today was turning out to be rather lovely after all.
“Well, how it works, Miss Jinx,” And my, did he love the way her name clattered off his tongue; so harsh and perfect, “is very simple, actually. In fact, you don’t have to do a single thing.
“There are no adverse aftereffects to the procedure, besides maybe a little temporary fatigue, a bit unsteady on your feet perhaps. But that is all, you have my word.”
Klarion didn’t lie when the falsehood didn’t give him any sort of gain, so when he said it wouldn’t hurt her, he very truly meant it. And, well,
It’s not like he wanted any harm to come to his new pupil.
“Any questions? Comments? Concerns?” A softer smile now donned the witch’s feral, fae-like features; a reassuring expression, as one would wear when coaxing a small, frightened animal to come forth.
“If not, we can get started. I want you to take a very deep breath, and hold it.”
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