#calaemity

[weeping-gospels]

A flash of blinding, cerulean light — and then the poor Dhampir was mercilessly spat out at full velocity from the gaping mouth of the portal, letting out a high pitched screech before plummeting straight through a stained glass window.

Shards of glass sprayed over wooden planks to announce her ‘grand’ entrance, objects foreign to the immortal being thrown aside nonchalantly as the airborne body collided with another person she found no familiarity in. With a twitch in agony, Bethanne groaned and slapped a hand to her face, desperately trying to rid herself of the insane whiplash that experience gave her…then evergreen eyes shot open upon realizing there was another sentient being here she had rudely rammed into, scrambling to heeled feet and backing up like a frightened animal,

“ Wha — ?! Who — ?! I — ?! “

Oh no. No, this was not the correct place. There must have been a mishap. This was not the right portal — and that same portal had just closed up.

“ NYET — ! Oh, fuck.

Listen — Listen, pretend I never came here. I do not know what currency you take here so I can not fix whatever I broke and the window. “

She hasn’t even looked at The Owl Lady yet.

@calaemity

[titanomakhea]

❛ I’m a truth-teller. Some people can’t handle it. ❜ › @calaemity

edalyn clawthorne has always interested you- and for her, that was akin to a great misfortune. within her dwelled another creature of a land long gone (nestled in the heart of your dead kin / you wonder where the others rest / you wonder what other creatures made their homes within the remains of something you were never meant to be)- she is not so different from you, but she has done better. she has made the best of what she has-

a small part of you realizes that you are not so fortunate.

edalyn clawthorne has never shown fear / proud of her ways as a wild witch, and she has been a threat- not that her power could compare to that of the primordials, but her heart had no shackles upon it. not like yours-

even now, she holds no fear.

❝ the truth is cruel, edalyn- and i have seen you be many things- cruel is not one of them. wild? yes. lawless? such a state suits you as a second skin- but not cruel. ❞

❝ your truth is your own, ❞ just as you think of the truth she knows nothing about. there are some things that mortals are not meant to know. she only knows the truth that mortals were allowed- to you, it is incomplete. ❝ but it is not the full truth. ❞ a sigh- because you know that there is no being that knows all truth. not even you, and loath are you to admit that to yourself. you would never tell another this flaw!

❝ your own truth is not the path meant for all others. even in the greatest state of order, conflict arises from simple individuality. no matter, cling to your truth. i look forward to seeing who will stand at your side and who will oppose you. ❞

[thornwillow]

@calaemity sent: ❛ you can’t save everyone. ❜

Willow's hand curls up tighter around Clover's staff. She was silent, staring down at the city below. Shouting, screaming, scouts crawling all over as they ramped up efforts to get defectors in the month before the Day of Unity.

"You know," She started, moving to get onto her staff, "I didn't think the Owl Lady would be one to back down from helping others."

She squared her shoulders. "I am going to try. Are you?"

With that, she shot forward, heading directly into the heart of the city. Alone.

[glyphcaster]

@calaemity sent: ❝ we’d better keep you out of trouble. ❞

"What? Me? Trouble?" Luz laughs, and Azura the bat palisman rolls her eyes from Luz's shoulder. Luz reaches up and scratches the bat's cheek. "I can't possibly know what you're talking about."

She nudges Eda's shoulder. "Also, lotta talk coming from you, Owl Lady. Compared to you, my trouble is so small, it's practically invisible."

Luz is standing in front of a burning yard, half frozen over from her attempt to stop it before Eda came back.

[glyphcaster]

@calaemity sent: ❝ bold of you to assume i can die. ❞

Luz is flying on Azura, the bat flapping her wings at the top of the staff. She's flying beside Eda, and she laughs.

"Well, then, miss immortal. Wanna test it out?" She angles her staff downward, and she starts to descend. She cheers, hand in the air. "Let's race in the most dangerous way possible!"

She shouts back towards Eda, "Let's test out how fast you can go!"

[glyphcaster]

@calaemity sent: ❛ i’m just glad you’re okay. ❜

Luz is hurt. She knows this. She has a spell circle glowing bright red, humming over her injuries. They barely made it out of that scuffle, and she knows it.

It's her fault, once again. She just wanted to do something and got the guard's attention. Again.

Luz isn't sure what's worse. The fact that she got everyone hurt, or Eda's comforting words. Her mom would probably figure this out by looking at the news, but for a moment, she can imagine Camila saying the same thing.

She can't look Eda in the eyes.

"... I'm glad you're okay too." She mumbles, holding up the spell circle. "Do you need me to heal you up?"

[thornwillow]

@calaemity | starter call

Eda the Owl Lady. The most feared witch in the boiling isles. The Owl House was usually avoided, and the bounty on her head was high. At one point, Willow was scared to go over there.

Right now, though, Willow was just sitting on the couch, fingers tapping on her scroll. When she heard footsteps, she glanced up to see Eda in the doorway.

"Hey. I've been waiting for you." She disspells her scroll, sitting more properly on the couch. "...I have something very important to ask you." A serious tone, a glare in her eye.

After a few seconds pass.

"... Was there really no Flyer Derby at Hexside when you were a kid?" This was important. She was going to try and make a Flyer Derby team, but if there was no Flyer Derby beforehand, it would make her proposal... very different. Her dads talked about Flyer Derby when they were kids all the time, there was no way Hexside didn't have a team... right?

[rhpsdys]

@calaemity ♪ ♪ ♪ starter call !

one of the best things about not having to disguise your palisman anymore is the flight capabilities. rapid air travel around the isles is a welcome change — but more than that, it provides a certain other benefit.

perched sidesaddle on the wooden staff, you hover outside the window of eda's office ( no, that's something you don't think you'll ever get used to ) far above && out of the way of watchful eyes below.

you're grateful for a few moments of peace && quiet in this busy time.

"eda!" you knock on the window to get her attention, && wave with a big grin. you gesture with your head to beckon her over, && mime through the glass. "can you get away for lunch...?"