@glitterbark someone stop me I can’t stop making more Thaumatale OCs from Mender’s town
Meet Glyph Reader (left) and Clef the Sage (right), also known as Glyph-and-Clef, the Quizlets, and Oh Stars Above Not Those Two Again. These two kids knew each other from waaaay back when, long before they were discovered to have magic in middle school. Their main activity of choice was competitive ballroom dance (neeeeeerds), a shared passion that continued for the both of them long after they graduated and began mage training.
Glyph and Clef were discovered by two entirely different mages in town. However, when the Ageless Blade saw how well they worked together and how much time and effort they were willing to put into their performance as dancers, he kind of… stole the two of them out from under their teachers’ feet. Did I mention that Inquisitor Ageless is kind of a dick?
Glyph is very fond of things that glitter, to the point where she will make her clothing into her own personal light show when she’s excited. Clef, on the other hand, prefers to keep their clothing plain. Er… well, plain by wizard standards, at any rate. They refuse to admit that opera gloves are not casual wear. Neither of them have figured out a real speciality yet, though–they’re still deep in Inquisitor training. However, Glyph has a talent for languages that the inquisitor suspects may pan out into something more.
Both of them viewed the Counselor as an older sister. As with most sibling relationships, this created headaches for the Counselor and vast amounts of entertainment for all bystanders. Imagine your most annoying younger sibling. Then multiply that by two. Now give those siblings the ability to prank you with little regard for the laws of physics and the ability to pretty much read each other’s minds, and you will have a bit of an idea of what the Counselor had to deal with. Glyph and Clef are terrible influences on each other. Inquisitor Ageless thinks this is all an excellent exercise in tactics and creativity, though, and uses not getting caught pulling this crap as part of their training.
There is genuinely no romantic attachment between these two. The closest term for them would be queerplatonic partners–they’d have a hard time being able to survive without each other, regardless of the lack of smooching.
(For added sadness: imagine one of them reaching out to make a partner switch to someone who isn't there, who maybe isn't as good a dancer as they are but feels like they should be there. And when the other one asks who they're looking for, they can't remember.)
