Almost as soon as it showed itself, the spark in Madeira's eyes sputtered and died. He knew nothing of the craft, he was just a man with big dreams looking for a leg up. And she had been so sure...
Suddenly he was no longer looking her in the eye. His gaze dropped to the table and the little black pills, and there was something shifty in his sudden interest. Her eyes narrowed.
Are you a liar, Roland Eir?
It was not unheard of to come across magic in books. Just because the Sunken Conundrum didn't carry any didn't mean the other cities didn’t either. But to have travelled so far, from Sunberth to Syliras to Riverfall, searching for magic, and having admit to have met a Reimancy user... No, she internally admonished herself. She wanted him to be a mage so badly that she was looking for any excuse to doubt that he wasn't one. If he said he was just a seeker, than that was all he was. The Craven seemed to deflate under the disappointment.
He examined the pill minutely, then pushed it back, stating flatly that he would not take it.
"Don't be an idiot", she pushed it back, perhaps a little harder than necessary. The pills rattled together in their dish. "You wanted to get around Alvadas? Here's how. It'll make you see this city as we do.” But even as she said it, the stubborn look in his eye told her it was no use. His behaviour before came rushing back. He did not like strangers, and he certainly would not take anything a stranger gave him. “Please", she pleaded.
As she watched his closed face and stubborn eyes, her disappointment began to curdle into anger. She was practically saving his life here, or at the very least his sanity, all out of charity and he didn't even have the sense to take it. She had explained the rules, explained everything, and he had given her absolutely nothing in return. Not even his trust.
Are you a liar, Roland Eir?
Well, if he didn't have the sense to take her help when offered, she was going to force it on him. It was for his own good.
Her smile came back, with an edge of forced cheerfulness that didn’t quite reach her eyes.
"Since you're so interested in the subject, why don't I show you some of my magic?"
She pulled her cane over top of the table without waiting for his reply, and gave the top a firm twist. She pulled the head out several centimetres to reveal a portion of the hidden blade inside. Rolling up her sleeve, exposing a forearm thatched with thin white scars, she sliced a shallow cut across her wrist. As she shook several drops of blood onto the table she closed her cane and tucked it away.
"This is called ‘invoking'" she explained, rolling down her sleeve again. "You take some blood, it has to be your own, and you draw this symbol with it." she scribbled a lopsided sixteen point star in the rapidly congealing fluid. "Then you take some willingly offered soulmist… Soulmist is what a ghost is made of. It’s what survives when the body dies.” She worked one of her rings off her hand, an elaborate silver confection with a large onyx stone set in the centre. "It's hollow", she explained shortly, dropping it into the centre of her star.
"Then this is the difficult part. You have to use the soulmist you have, to call the soulmist it came from. Watch." The spiritist closed her eyes, feeling for the edges of the soulmist in the ring in front of her. Using the power of her own soul, she dragging the owner across the space separating him from this part of his soul. And when she was ready, when she had opened that connection, she evoked him with his name.
"Jomi!"
The sudden drop in temperature, and the crackling of energy across her skin, told her that it had worked. But she didn't open her eyes. Madeira hid her face in her hands, ashamed about what she was about to do.
"It's for your own good." she pleaded with Roland. "You will understand."
Then she spoke to Jomi, and her voice was firm and ringing with authority.
"Jomi, he needs help taking his medicine."
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