Magpie and her patron, The Lady of Fallen Snow. Another with a ramble under the cut ♡
The Lady of Fallen Snow is a tilted winter court fey noble, cold and cruel by nature of the role she plays as a titled court noble. Each titled fey of the courts Summer or Winter acts as their title demands, and the more powerful fey are able to see how this influences them, while those of less power don't see the bigger picture for what it is. Winter is bound to cruelty, to scarcity, to selfishness and cunning. Summer is bound to passion, to ferver, to merriment and to promises made with righteous intent. They represent warring sides, cyclical, unending. A narrative made literal, personifying the change of seasons as a battle that is doomed never to end.
The Lady of Fallen Snow, for whatever reason, seemed to have chosen to betray her nature to help Magpie in a time of need. She'd cloaked her intent with ominous promises, and took something deep and dear to Magpie to protect something even dearer to her. Early in the game, she'd told Magpie to deliver sorrows on her behalf, to take dear things from people during her travels. And later, when Magpie said she couldn't do it, she was instructed simply to "Do as she must."
Even still, Magpie never really stopped treating her as if she was a dear friend. Naive optimism, maybe, but she thought it was best. Beyond her pact, she'd offer little gifts of trinkets, twigs, rocks. Shiny little things to show her appreciation.
When they met face to face again for the first time since the sealing of their pact, The Lady of Fallen Snow stole a moment of time, quite literally freezing it just for a bit to step outside her title as it binds her, and greeted Magpie as herself. Kicking off her shoes, sitting in a frozen garden with her. Ever since then, it's been made clear that she's very deeply endeared to Magpie. This silly little all-too-optimistic goblin girl, doing anything and everything within her power to rewrite her own story. When Magpie asked what she wanted from her this time, she was told, "To cause chaos, silly."
So tl;dr, that's her spooky powerful fey mom. In the session that prompted this drawing, she showed up just to help soothe Magpie to sleep during a brief visit to the feywild. I care about them so much so bad
(I should note that The Lady of Fallen Snow is a character of my DM's making, I knew nothing about her going into the game. Did not know they'd take it in the direction of "Magpie is her daughter now." I am not complaining whatsoever.)
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"So are you too locked in or can I make a request?"
It would never, ever, get old: watching a man the size of a mini van jump a foot in the air and straight out of his skin. The flash of steel catches the blinding supermarket lights in his ghost vision.
Wisely, Duke steps out of the way of the knife going for his stomach.
"Duke what the fuck!" Jason whisper yells when he realizes. (Duke barely suppresses an eye roll, who else has the invisibility powers required to make a holographic jacket stealthy.)
(Cass probably, Duke's mind provides.)
"I could have hurt you!"
"It's nice for you to think that," he consoles with as much condescension as Duke could muster. (A lot, for your information, he learned from the best, and also Batman.) "Anyway answer the question."
"No," Jason grumbles, trying to straighten his list where it got crunched in his deathgrip. "Planning d-"
"Day was yesterday, yeah, I had a math test yesterday."
Jason's eyes narrow.
"Does B have more trackers that I don't know about?"
"Hm? No," assures Duke. "I took Tim's notes."
"Tim's notes that have like a billion layers of security?"
Duke snorts.
"His notes that have two passwords, a thumb scanner, and a retinal scanner." He rolls his eyes for real this time to display his clear disdain.
"That Babs can't hack through?"
"You and I both know that Babs' concept of 'can't' is much more flexible than her concept of 'won't'"
"Fair that's on me for this very stressful afternoon you are putting me through," Jason snipes.
"Think of it as exposure therapy," Duke says, patting Jason's shoulder, which, to Duke's extreme delight he doesn't flinch from. "And I'll show you how I hack Tim's shit when we're not in public."
Jason grumbles, which is good as gold in Jason speak.
"Make your request," Jason begrudges, in that tone he has that indicates he will be judging your choice.
"Jalapeno cornbread, and you show me how you make it my dad wants the recipe."
Jason's head snaps up and he smiles.
"Oh man if it's for Doug you can request anything you want!"
"Eighteen million dollars," Duke jokes.
Jason pretends to think on it for a beat.
"Make it 14 and you have a deal."
Duke sighs dramatically.
"You drive a hard bargain but I'll accept... I guess."
"Shut up flashlight," Jason laughs. "Come on, I need cornmeal now."
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