Question:
Why is the magic around Frey when she uses Flow gold?
Shimmy and Leap are properly purple
But Flow is pure gold, not a speck of purple to be seen
And she's coated in it when she first breaks into her sprints! Look at this, the only place it doesn't touch is her face:
Looks familiar, too, doesn't it? Where have we seen gold in these patterns before?
Oh. Ooooooh.
I'm sure it's fine :)
But it's really interesting, right? Flow isn't Frey's magic. It's Cuff's. All the rest of Frey's magic has purple in it—after all, Frey's magic is purple magic. But Flow is the only magic in her entire arsenal that has no color other than gold.
Trust me, I spent two-ish hours today going through every single spell.
I'm fascinated that of all the magics Cuff could have given her, it's the ability to run and escape. It's the one thing we don't see him do when he's fighting her as Susurrus. He could have given her flight, laser beams, forming weapons out of gold filament, fancy gold armor, summon 6d12 breakbirds per round, anything. But instead he gives her the power to flee, and that's before he really learned or knew anything about who she is as a person.
What an interesting and missable bit of characterization.
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I've had this Dreaming The Proposal AU sitting in my drafts for a while. Then @voukkake comes out with this art and I figured it was time to brush off the dust and share what I'd written lol. This is seriously all I'm going to write so if anyone is interested I'm begging you to pick this up. I'm dying to read Dream awkwardly interacting with Hob's family (also @valiantstarlights suggestion that Betty White is Destiny?? ABSOLUTELY BRILLIANT). Anyway...
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Dream is about to be deported because his visa application has been denied. He is in the middle of a meeting with his lawyers when Hob, his secretary, pops in the room to inform Dream of a very important phone call and Dream comes up with the insane plan to marry Hob to keep his immigration status.
He gestures for Hob to come over and Hob, clueless, wanders into the room and stands next to Dream, who takes him by the arm and tugs him just a little bit further to stand awkwardly close.
Dream announces their engagement and Hob stands there, shell shocked and feels his mouth moving against his will. That yeah, they are getting married. They are in love, sure. It isn’t until they leave the office, following Dream back to his, that Hob’s brain seems to come back online.
“What just happened in there?”
Dream grouses, head down, already back to his work as if nothing happened. Like he didn’t just use Hob as a pawn in his scheme to get around his denied visa application.
“They were going to make Morningstar editor-in-chief.” Is all Dream says, disdain dripping from every word. He still hasn’t looked up.
Hob stands there, still as a statue. His head is swimming with words, with emotions. Anger, disbelief, betrayal… and a small tiny flicker of undeniable interest that he hastily stomps out.
He manages to put the pieces together rather quickly though, while Dream continues sifting through paperwork.
“This is illegal,” Hob manages to croak out, brows furrowing.
“Oh, please. The government looks for terrorists, not book publishers.” Dream’s head is still down in his paperwork.
Hob blinks, taking a step up to Dream’s desk. “I'm not marrying you.”
“Sure you are.” Dream sets aside a stack of papers and finally gives Hob his attention. “Because if you don't, your dreams of ‘touching millions of lives with the written word’ are dead.”
Hob’s jaw drops. That was a line, corny as it was, that he’d used in the panel interview for this job. Three years ago.
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“Were you not in that room? I could get fined, I’ll go to jail over this. If you want me on this deal, you will promote me to editor.”
Without even glancing up from his phone, Dream scoffs.
“Absolutely not.”
“Well then I guess you’re screwed. Buh-bye.” Hob turns with a flourish and has to bite back a grin at how Dream splutters behind him and grabs him by the arm.
“Fine– fine! Editor.” His face seems to go through the five stages of grief. He drops his hold on Hob.
“And You’ll publish my manuscript.” Hob throws in. In for a penny.
Dream’s brows narrow and he shakes as if he’s physically controlling the urge to stamp his foot.
“Sure. I’ll publish your hack manuscript.”
“Good.” Hob slips his hands in his pants pockets, staring at Dream, deciding on one last nail in the coffin.
“Now do it properly.”
Dream cocks an eyebrow. “Do what properly?”
“Propose. Like you mean it.”
Dream’s entire body seizes up, but he manages not to let it show, distracting himself by slipping his phone in the pocket of his expensive slacks and clasping his hands in front of him.
“Will you marry me?”
“No.” Hob, the arrogant bastard, is visibly biting back a smirk. “Say it like you mean it.”
Dream takes a long, steadying breath through his nose.
“Hob Gadling. Will you–”
“And get on your knees.”
Dream absolutely refuses to decipher the thrill that shoots through his body at Hob’s command. Instead he keeps his mask of irritation and indifference on as he scans the crowd around them. They are still outside the courthouse, and the concrete sidewalk is going to potentially tear Dream’s Hugo Boss black wool pants.
So he carefully lowers himself, scowling as the smirk on Hob’s face only widens as Dream slowly settles onto the ground.
Once he’s as comfortable as Dream’s going to get, he clears his throat.
“Hob Gadling,” he glares at his subordinate from under his lashes. “Will you fucking marry me?”
Hob curls his lips in mock consideration, looking up past Dream’s head. He rocks back on his heels and nods with a forlorn sigh.
“Okay.” He still hasn’t met Dream’s gaze. “Could've done without the sarcasm but it will do. See you at the airport tomorrow.”
And turns and walks away, leaving Dream to fend for himself on the ground.
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Inducing the Aid of the Oak Tree Lord
I had to run some errands that took me a ways away from home today, and while I was there, I realized I was actually fairly close to a butte that I occasioanlly visit in order to propititate a great, hollow-bearing Oak Tree which grows there. Since I've done some potent and highly effective magic with the help of the Oak Tree Lord recently, I thought I would go to him again with another request. Specifically, my stores of Hollow Water have begun to run low, and I've been needing to replenish it. We had some very wet weather not long ago, which made me think I would be easily able to retrieve the water I needed from another tree hollow I've drawn from before, but following a sudden spell of hot and dry weather, I was chagrined to discover a hollow that was very wet, but not full enough to retrieve water from. I was worried I might have missed my chance to get more for a while, but given that the Oak Tree Lord helped me find the last source of Hollow Water I drew from, it seemed worth going to him again.
Being an unplanned visit, I didn't have any of the normal tools I would have with me for such an endeavor—such as a flask for collecting water, a lance for drawing blood, or anything on hand for me to offer the Oak Tree Lord—but a mage must frequently make do. In the end, I collected 13 Galls from other Oaks around the butte, each of which I painted with my blood (thanks to the help of a nearby Hawthorn copse) and then fed to the Oaken Mouth of the tree I came to propititate. I also gave a wreath that I wove from dandelion flowers.
Literally minutes later, I was overjoyed (and a little astonished) to stumble upon exactly what I was looking for. The natural font was deep and pungent, and what's more, the tree which bore it was an old Oak itself. I carried out the necessary ritual actions and gathered the water using my emptied water bottle (which I will be cleaning very thoroughly after this.)
What I gathered has since been transferred into an old glass vessel that I found once I was done, being sold for only $6 at a nearby junk shop I'd never noticed before. This should definitely last me a good while.
The Grove Elders—an assembly of tutelary tree deities possessing immense wisdom and power—are a truly amazing group of entities to work with.
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I have been curious about Elizabeth Goudge for quite a time now (thanks to you), but of course I don't have easy access to her works, so I was wondering if you could write some sort of orientation of how to navigate her stories, which are to be preferred first, etc? Mostly interested in her non-children-oriented books (nothing against the thing per se, I just have a harder time with it).
I don't have easy access to her work either, so I've mostly just read from among the handful of books that happen to be on hoopla.
Of the ones I've read, The Dean's Watch and The Rosemary Tree are by far my favorites. Life-changing literature for me.
The Dean's Watch is set in a Victorian cathedral town, and is about a developing friendship between the dean of a cathedral and a master clockmaker, and how it transforms various relationships. I can't get any more specific than that, but it's a very, very Advent book.
The Rosemary Tree centers around a newly-released prisoner coming to an English country town, getting work as a gardener, and getting entangled in the lives of the local priest's family and some schoolteachers. It's very much a springtime book, all about growth, repentance, forgiveness, renewal, and second chances.
Green Dolphin Street is perhaps her best known book (of her adult work), about a man who meets two sisters and later accidentally marries the wrong one. I've only read part of it so far, and did like what I read. Note that the people who have finished it call it a masterpiece and also emotionally devastating.
The Elliot trilogy is also fairly well-known saga about a family in a country town. I've read the second and third books. The second is titled either The Herb of Grace or Pilgrim's Inn depending on if you're in America or Britain, and it's about a young family buying and restoring a house that was one a medieval inn. It is absolutely peak cottagecore. The Heart of the Family follows the family post-WWII as a concentration camp survivor comes there to find healing, and the main couple heals their marriage. I liked the former book more than the latter, but they're both excellent examples of Goudge style, if not as transcendant as some of the others.
The only other book of hers I've read so far is The Scent of Water, and to be honest, I remember nothing about it. It's very much in her style of nature + family + poetic writing + spiritual revelations, but I can't for the life of me tell you what the plot was.
That's about all the guidance I can offer you on her works. There are a lot of people who are a lot more widely read in her works than I am (@teabooksandsweets is the local expert, who doesn't seem to be around lately, but maybe checking her blog could be a better starting point.)
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