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Mater Lei had gone through eight dresses in the five minutes since the Pumpkin Man had left, and had settled back in her pot of soup, hands tapping-tapping on her elbows as her head fizzed.

[colour=thistle][i]...Do I need an entourage?[/i][/colour] she thought. Well, she didn't need one, really, in any sense of the word- she intended to gatecrash the feast alone, as she always did. She didn't need an entourage. It was just a nice thing to [i]have.[/i] 

[colour=thistle][i]Hmmm.[/i][/colour]

Well, that was enough for her. Lei hopped out of her bath, startling some nearby sprites that had been floating in the steam. Her cane was leaning on the cauldron and she picked it up as her ninth dress dried itself, touching its tip to an airborne sprite, which fell to the ground, paralysed. With a sweep of her cane, Lei sent out a short pulse that stunned and gravitated the rest. She hovered them in rows in front of her.

Bits of bug and bitter-seed composed their limbs, but at their heart they were dust, all of them. Not Haze, just dust. When it came to flashing royalty, the Haze Men wouldn't do- they'd been made for a certain aesthetic and Lei was tired of working on them for now. But, she thought as she gathered the fae and began to add to their forms, there were many types of Haze. [i]And hers was the magic of dust.[/i]

Replacing the glittery particles that had composed the little sprites' bodies was easy enough. The Mater's Haze was already magically charged, albeit of a different flavour of arcana. What came next came naturally, albeit with some... jitter. Haze had its own will, Lei's will, and the figures jerked as the soul and body accommodated one another. As soul was warped to match the new demands of the dust, the dust conformed once more to the faceless organic shapes of a Sprite. Organic, still, but natural? Not so much.

Heavy glitch tailed the new fae, pixels of photonic matter scattered by the interference of their own magic. They looked something like they did, still, only grainier, with no recognisable components like sticks and leaves. Some existed in greyscale. Most had oversaturated flares of colour. Lei walked along the forest, and the glitchenfae followed her, holding up the train of her tenth dress. Excellent.

[colour=thistle][i]Now what are the others likely to bring?[/i][/colour]

Lei opened a small portal as she often did, holding it down with her fingertips. Kap Gam, busy with the Locus Amoenus, not likely to bother much with fashion right now. Grimloq was the same, warring and feeding his avatars to one another. The rest of them... Where were they, exactly? She panned south and found no sign of Gremju at his plain. Whatever it was probably had something to do with what was behind that enormous desert Aella had skepped. Lei panned westwards to the Anathema Heights. They couldn't have gotten up to all [i]that[/i] much.

...

[colour=thistle][i]Piss.[/i][/colour]

Lei snapped the portal shut with a vague gesture to the heavens and dragged her rolling eyes to the citadel. If they wanted to swamp Larwen, so be it. [i]She[/i] would be getting up to something useful.

With a snap and a spark she conjured a staircase down through a derelict part of the citadel, with an iron railing, and set two Haze Men to guard it. As she moved her dust scoured the place, ate the darkness and left behind a cold room, barren and vast, utterly lonely. It was lit by cruel light, white and pale and utterly unlike the sun or the moon, shining from bars that fizzed in the ceiling. She conjured tables and machiners of steel. She started a generator. It would be her place, her quiet echosome place, of [i]making.[/i] Lei clicked her mask from her face and set to work.

And shut the door.

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Geez it's been ages.

Mater Lei decides she needs someone to be her champagne-carriers and fucks up some sprites, creating the glitchenfae. Free action from her totally-not-nanyte-clouds dust portfolio. [b]1 Miracle spent anyway to empower them and raise their numbers.[/b]

She then checks out what others are doing and realises that they're kinda going nuts. She creates a well-hidden basement in the Citadel and uses it as her workshop to start making her own stuff. [b]1 Miracle spent on a hidden basement.[/b]

This nets her her next level!

[b]Mater Lei
5 Might
0 Miracles
Level Five
0/10 Acts of Creation[/b]
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