”That’s interesting.” Tilly said, observing Adelaida with a glimmer in her eyes. A literal one, in fact. Her wizard’s senses were usually more of a passive, reflexive thing, but it could sometimes act more like The Sight. ”Are the flames, like, sentient, or do they just power your vessel?” She inquired. She was probably getting a little too personal, but she was too curious for her own damned good.
She relaxed a bit at Adelaida’s praise. She was stupidly easy to flatter. Hubris was the great downfall of many a wizard, and Tilly was no exception. She looked at Adelaida, a bashful grin on her face, and shrugged. ”You got me.” She said, holding up her hands as if the other woman were pointing a gun in her direction. ”I might have stolen a book from a couple of warlocks in a doomsday cult a few weeks back. You know how it goes, they wanted to channel power from some third-rate Old One named, uh, Tiozh'vharh or something.” She explained, as if this were rather routine information. ”I think they wanted to indoctrinate me or maybe sacrifice me, but I just took the book and noped outta there.” She explained, neglecting to include the part about why she’d been there in the first place. A few weeks ago, she would have gladly used that book for her own ends. Now, fortunately, she’d seen the error of her ways. She’d made a bargain, and she couldn’t use that book even if she’d wanted to.
”They came after me overtly once, but I was too much for them to handle.” She said proudly, only half-lying. She’d had some help from the child of an Old One and possibly a god, but she’d done some of the heavy lifting too. ”So now they just do petty stuff like this.”
She relaxed a bit at Adelaida’s praise. She was stupidly easy to flatter. Hubris was the great downfall of many a wizard, and Tilly was no exception. She looked at Adelaida, a bashful grin on her face, and shrugged. ”You got me.” She said, holding up her hands as if the other woman were pointing a gun in her direction. ”I might have stolen a book from a couple of warlocks in a doomsday cult a few weeks back. You know how it goes, they wanted to channel power from some third-rate Old One named, uh, Tiozh'vharh or something.” She explained, as if this were rather routine information. ”I think they wanted to indoctrinate me or maybe sacrifice me, but I just took the book and noped outta there.” She explained, neglecting to include the part about why she’d been there in the first place. A few weeks ago, she would have gladly used that book for her own ends. Now, fortunately, she’d seen the error of her ways. She’d made a bargain, and she couldn’t use that book even if she’d wanted to.
”They came after me overtly once, but I was too much for them to handle.” She said proudly, only half-lying. She’d had some help from the child of an Old One and possibly a god, but she’d done some of the heavy lifting too. ”So now they just do petty stuff like this.”
