[center][h1][color=9e0b0f]Alexis Farreacher[/color][/h1][hr][hr][b]Location:[/b] Klamath Falls Streets → Cedar Ash Inn[hr][b]Interacting with:[/b] Callie Lenson, maybe[sub][@Caits][/sub][hr][hr]Luckily for Alexis it wasn’t particularly a cold night. But still, she wished she at least took her coat with her. Then again, the wisp didn’t look like it would actually wait. The moon spirit slowed down a little when Alexis was too far off. But it never stopped. While the thing flew out her window she swiftly grabbed a shirt and sweatpants to wear, along with her bag. So now she walked the streets of Klamath Falls. Even with the street lights on, Klamath did have its dark corners and alleyways. Places Alexis didn’t really want to be caught at night. In fact, the more she walked, the more she realized she probably shouldn’t be out so late. But with the wisp floating through the city, she could hardly just let it float around. The girl was determined.

But also a bit lonely. As always. The night enhanced the feel. With no lights burning in the houses and barely a car driving somewhere far off. She felt utterly alone in the world. It was these quiet nights that often let her mind wander. Ever since she learned about magic, people have taken even greater distances from her. Would she have more friends if she looked more normal?

[color=9e0b0f]“I guess I would at least have a friend.”[/color] She said out loud. Only realizing she did after she spoke. She sighed deeply but eventually gave in. [color=9e0b0f]“Guess I’ll be talking to myself.”[/color]

The wisp kept silent. Alexis didn’t know if it couldn’t talk or if it wouldn’t.
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“Where you think you are leading us too?”[/color] she asked. Not expecting an answer. [color=9e0b0f]“Maybe some place like the tree in the forest.”[/color] That was an awesome moment. When she found the big but cut tree in the middle of the forest. At first, it didn’t look like much, but there was something there. Something she could use. [color=9e0b0f]“Or maybe someone like me?”[/color]

The question came sudden and out of nowhere. For the last year she never really thought about it. Someone being like her. [color=9e0b0f]“You think there could be people out there like me?”[/color] she asked the wisp. Who just merrily floated around. There had to be. Someone wrote the Grimoire, aside from her grandmother. The book contained too much. Or maybe her grandmother was just a very powerful witch? How could she know? She never talked with anyone about it. [color=9e0b0f]“Maybe they knew grandma? Maybe they could tell me about her!”[/color] Her excitement grew. Until she realized how happy she was becoming.

[color=9e0b0f]“Or maybe it’s just something stupid. Or nothing. You think it’s nothing?”[/color] she asked the wisp again. Only to shake her head. [color=9e0b0f]“Let’s just hope it’s something.”[/color]

After some walking in silence, she started recognizing the area. She was nearing the Cedar Ash Inn. She didn’t really mean to find it. She knew where it was. In fact, she thought the wisp was going to lead her to the silvery dot. Or the faint dim lights that it made. But no, it brought her to the Cedar Ash Inn. The only Wiccan shop she could find in the whole of Klamath Falls. Alexis often bought some supplies there. The wisp flew, with quite some speed, around the building, only to float back towards Alexis, expecting something. The girl just groaned and took a seat on a nearby bench on the other side.

On one hand, she discovered Cedar Ash Inn was some odd place but on the other hand, it wasn’t remotely what she wanted. Half-defeated she pulled up her Grimoire and pulled it open in the middle. As usual, it showed a page filled with text about a potion. Another remained blank: [i]Moonligh Wisps of Dreams[/i]. She wrote on it, hoping the book judged her powerful enough. But it answered: [i]The answers you seek lays in knowledge you would not understand. Be patient, our young heir.[/i] To Alexis, that didn’t offer many answers.

She kept the book open in front of her, trying to find a way to know what was happening in the house. The white light still shone from the wisp next to her. With a finger, she touched it. From such a light source you’d expect it felt warm. But the white light was chilling and cold. [color=9e0b0f]“You don’t look quite done…do you?”[/color] she mused to herself.

She wrote in the book again. But this time a pale magic spell to examine one place. Normally she wouldn’t have enough minerals with moonlight soaked into them to pull it off. But the wisp seemed to still have some reserve. That combined with the few minerals she kept in her bag she prepared her little ritual. The minerals rested on her book, while in her right hand she ‘held’ the floating wisp. Sucking out its power. For a second she felt it trying to escape her grasp. But the girl was trained. She tensed up her hand, caging the spirit. Breaking it apart. She channeled its energy through her into the spell. But at the same time she was taking apart the spirit piece by piece. The little wisp tried to fly loose from the forceful grasp. But it couldn’t. Eventually, its light dimmed and dimmed until there was nothing left. It was a forceful method of channeling, no doubt. But the book never discussed the ethics of tearing apart a construct of magic, as it called wisps and Alexis never really gave it any thoughts. She needed power and so far the book taught her just to take it, draw it or demand it.

The magical energies started to do their work as they flowed through Alexis. She closed her eyes, trying to sense the ever watching moon. From her, soft tendrils of magic emerged. In her mind, she imagined it like fine ropes of ivy crawling from the ground around the house towards it and, if allowed, into it.[/center]