At first, she’d thought that those warlocks who had attacked her the a few weeks back had been the one setting the cornerhounds on her. She could only reasonably assume that, seeing as she had no idea where the heck they came from. It was only after a bit of research that she learned of her folly: The Hounds of Tindalos only notice those who frolick through space and time. Although Tilly hadn’t ever really experimented with backwards time travel, she’d dabbled with speeding up time a little bit, mostly for use in healing potions or particularly boring lectures. But manipulating space? She’d just developed herself a teleportation crystal, and she’d been using it quite a bit.
As the waves crashed against a rocky outcropping abandoned shoreline, she nearly panicked. She had chosen this place as her refuge because she knew that the sea weathered away all corners, made everything smooth. But still, she couldn’t help but examine the rocks for any signs of sharp or jagged edges. She didn’t find any.
Sighing with relief, she sat down at the water’s edge, her staff in her lap. She looked a mess, like she hadn’t slept in days. Her hat was missing, lost in a chase, and the right sleeve of her leather jacket was tattered. One of her shoes looked like it had been used as a chew toy. There was fresh scarring on her arms and face, though her healing factor, combined with the magic she’d used to treat the wounds, was already making them appear old. She’d been hounded (heh) by these things for a few days now, and while she was reasonably safe in the school, her new arrangement with Caissa meant that she was doing lots of running off campus for ritual components and whatnot.
She probably could have called on Caissa for a spell or something to mask herself from the beasts, or eradicate them at their source, but she had too much pride to come running to her for help every chance she got. And besides, she had an ally who might have been uniquely suited to this sort of thing.
She’d risked using a cellphone to get ahold of Alt. She had one, she just never used it, for fear that it would explode next to her face or something. She was a little afraid to call on Alt, too, because of what had occurred with Aluin a few weeks back. She worried that Aluin had told him, even though he’d said he wouldn’t. She hadn’t meant to put him in danger, risked her life to make sure no harm came to him, but she wasn’t eager to have to explain that to an alien monstrosity who was older than time itself.
Still, she hoped he showed up. This was the only place she was moderately safe for her, but she dare not rest until Alt was here. She busind herself by retreating to her library, studying her spellbook to replenish her stores of magic.
As the waves crashed against a rocky outcropping abandoned shoreline, she nearly panicked. She had chosen this place as her refuge because she knew that the sea weathered away all corners, made everything smooth. But still, she couldn’t help but examine the rocks for any signs of sharp or jagged edges. She didn’t find any.
Sighing with relief, she sat down at the water’s edge, her staff in her lap. She looked a mess, like she hadn’t slept in days. Her hat was missing, lost in a chase, and the right sleeve of her leather jacket was tattered. One of her shoes looked like it had been used as a chew toy. There was fresh scarring on her arms and face, though her healing factor, combined with the magic she’d used to treat the wounds, was already making them appear old. She’d been hounded (heh) by these things for a few days now, and while she was reasonably safe in the school, her new arrangement with Caissa meant that she was doing lots of running off campus for ritual components and whatnot.
She probably could have called on Caissa for a spell or something to mask herself from the beasts, or eradicate them at their source, but she had too much pride to come running to her for help every chance she got. And besides, she had an ally who might have been uniquely suited to this sort of thing.
She’d risked using a cellphone to get ahold of Alt. She had one, she just never used it, for fear that it would explode next to her face or something. She was a little afraid to call on Alt, too, because of what had occurred with Aluin a few weeks back. She worried that Aluin had told him, even though he’d said he wouldn’t. She hadn’t meant to put him in danger, risked her life to make sure no harm came to him, but she wasn’t eager to have to explain that to an alien monstrosity who was older than time itself.
Still, she hoped he showed up. This was the only place she was moderately safe for her, but she dare not rest until Alt was here. She busind herself by retreating to her library, studying her spellbook to replenish her stores of magic.
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