Presence
Distinctive Voice
Allies
It was the perfict analogy.
And it would make people blush and sputter. Which in turn would make Tuesday get a smiley face. Which, you know, was good. For Tuesday.
So here she was. Anchor socks on. Glass o'water, full. Snacks...around...somewhere. Note stuck to her door to make sure the new Foxes wouldn't interupt her or do anything prank like to get back at the soon to be water gunning they'd be facing.
Because yeah. Rit Time. Again.
(she was nervous. why was she nervous? she didn't do nervous)
...maybe it was that she was gonna sing. Not the Imago singing she did to magic. But singing. In High.
Because Magic.
Or something like that.
So singing. Doing that. High was weird on her tongue, words to short needed to be elongated with sound and words too long would run together to make a perfict note in that moment.
Notes, cords. Weft, weave.
It was all the same. But not, and perfict.
Golden threads of glyph work began to form, growing out-and-out-and-out until they're wrapping around the Enchantress.
Potty. Water. Snacks. In that order.
Second Verse same and the first.
Except not. Since. Sight and not Shield. But yeah. Singing. Melody, wordy, wordless lyrics and more golden threads in miniature. Since. Sight. Lenses.
Twisting. Arching. Snap. Crackle. Pop. Her back. Not the elves.
Snack plus Water. Then bathroom. To potty and then to fill up her water gun.
Since yeah. She was Serious.
Hefting the purple sparkling water pistol, Tuesday nodded.
It was Ritless Fox Hunting Season.
4 Successes, Riting up a Fate Shield!
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