“Ye took a potion t’ stop the bleedin’ lass?” At Ness’s nod, he continued, kneeling down on one knee and reaching out for Rando’s arm. “Aye, weel, ye’ve got some wee splinters lodged under the skin. Once you can wash the blood away and straighten out that rat’s nest, I’ll see what I can do about removing ‘em. An’ that scar. You and Oskar’s refusal to wear helmets-”
“Scar?” Amnestria yelped as she clapped her hand to the top of her head, wincing at the sharp prick from the embedded splinters. She prodded, feeling several large masses under the skin. “‘Wee’, he says. What scar? How bad is it? Surely it’ll be covered by the hair-”
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Rando was already moving, casting the same spell, but with his own flavor. He breathed out a quick little song as he took Amnestria’s hand. The bluish flash came, and went, and Rando bowed over Amnestria’s hand. “My lady, you are well and healthy, have no fear.”
Marent had stood and walked over to Rando, casting as he took the final few steps. He laid his hand on Rando’s shoulder just as Rando turned and began casting the spell again himself. Oskar could see the difference in the light, as they cast the same spell in quick succession. Rando’s light was more of a teal color, while Marent’s was a clear sky blue. Oskar wondered if that had something to do with the way they cast, or their personalities.
“Yer fine too.”
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“you promise not to let him have them again."
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“This morning, obviously. Rando was impressed by your performance last night, and had some questions.” Amnestria rolled her eyes. “Fair warning: you’re to be ‘interviewed’.”
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“Glare a lot when you do,” Amnestria prompted, pondering the idea. “Ooh – let the blood creep into your eyes. That always freaks people out. Shame I can’t do that, maybe he’d leave me alone.”
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