"I've often wondered about my pupil's intentions. His inventions are often full of his deceptions. With the Harp, maybe I will spill his truth ridden guts? Or perhaps he will dodge and get a haircut?"
-Thoughts of Dirka
@Rune_Alchemist@Archangel89 Dirka giggled at her sibling. Then she heard something she'd been expecting for a bit.
"I'll gladly teach her. Just send her to rift, so then I don't have to sift! I've got the larvae to my mantis pouncing my ears, so I be were only he hears! To-dools!" And with a snap, poof! She was gone, and so was the harp.
Dirka appeared behind her younger brother and apprentice, Iarus. She strung the harp, now floating with her, and wisps circled above.
"Yeeesss~? The student asks, but will he receive~? Only my thoughts will need this situation perceived~." she cooed. The wisps made a low humming noise and the plants of the Rift seemed to pulse.
Deruga had enough of these mimics. The night had yet to end where he was in the world, and the mimics kept messing with him and his romantic thoughts of there mistress. Two even turned into Dirka and Deruga and started making out, only to break the spell and make a disturbing noise that was supposedly laughter.
By the Music, these things will make me loose the last of my marbles before I'm of proper age! Maybe if I ask-no, she'd probably get told by the mimics my obsession even sooner. Why can't magic be easy? A mimic then interrupted his thoughts. "Here, we'll make you a deal. You get us some of our favorite food, we won't tell her." Deruga shot up with a grin. "I'll go get it now!" and started walking, before turning around with a questioning look. "What is your favorite food?" The mimics all grinned evilly. "Amethysts!" they screamed in unison. Deruga sunk down on the ground. "Anu'varr, why do you hate me so much? What in the 53 realms did I do to you?"
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