the only secret people keep is immortality ; [zowl]
@oh-heartlessman
Someone was on to them.
No, Zira did not actually think that Dipper and Eilonwy had much to do with it, which was why they were still alive. They must have been compelled or spelled or some such. By themselves, they never would have figured out that Zira had the grimoire in her possession. She was furious with Kovu, as he was the one had brought it to her. Something had gone wrong and now their entire mission was hanging in the balance.
Normally, Zira did not like dealing with sorcerers. Not because she was against working with others, oh no. Zira knew to cast her net wide and pull in as many allies, witting or unwitting, to assist in her plans. She was not so proud as to refuse help when offered. Sorcerers were the proud ones. They were proud and powerful and that made them dangerous. Volatile.
However, they were also useful and there were certain things that she could not do without their help.
Like a charm to conceal her family’s magic. It was an important step to take. Especially considering Zira knew that Arthur knew that something was off about her. There would be no explaining her being here otherwise. He was not a stupid man. Which meant it would not belong before he found out. And Zira could not have him discovering her weaknesses.
After careful consideration of the sorcerers at her disposal, Zira found herself in front of Howl’s door. She recalled the rumors of years past, where Howl had broken dark curses (and everyone knew the only way to break a dark curse was with more darkness) and how he had been friends with the dragon sorceress who had lived in these parts. A shame she wasn’t around, Zira would much more willingly deal with her.
She knocked sharply and when the door opened, her smile was sparkling.
“Good evening, Master Pendragon.” The name made her want to roll her eyes or choke on her tongue, but she kept a smile on her face. “My name is Zira Blackwell and I would like to enlist your services, if you would be so kind.”
