The sisters were many things-- Hairy, large, brazen, .. hungry... , (and strongly feeling the instinctual desire to find mates), but "Deaf", "Stupid", and "Useless" were not among those things.
The silly old man had some very peculiar views on the world that they disagreed with, but disagreement didn't necessarily mean "wrong", at least not completely. Likewise with the seeming bossiness of the she-elf, "Jazdia".
They overheard the pair talking while they were still in the wagon, then bounded out. If there was another risk of unnecessary violence (quite likely from that Erwin fellow, in their opinion), or as the old man and the elf were concerned with (and as the hanging bodies from trees earlier attested to), the potential for genuine, but still avoidable violence-- they would choose to avoid that violence.
That meant falling in, and doing what was suggested of them, and not being obstinate about it.
Rose found herself a nice spot where she could sit, turn around, and look in every direction as needed. 'she can see her colors and lights there just fine' Lily thought to herself, as she sought a way to be useful as well, sauntering toward the cluster of activity that was the pitching of the camp.
"Can anyone able to heat kitchenwares? We can't able to do with fire as we need to be low-profile.
I'm making a stew for everyone, we have enough ingredients for it."
It was the nice blonde girl that had bought her necklace for her. --Sadly still involved with that crazy man with the gun, who was doing his best to sit still, while still twitching with eyes darting around like a madman. Whatever was in that tiny potion lozenge, it was fiercely potent stuff. She hoped to never try any, and hoped her sister never learned how to make it. It did not look like it was a pleasant experience. That idiot should have just gotten some sleep instead.
The cheeky reminder from Jazdia that they should thank the woman for her purchace floated into her mind, and she groaned inwardly. this was NOT how she and her sister really wanted to thank this girl-- It needed to be something more personal, and meaningful, given the very profound usefulness and thoughtfulness of this purchase.. especially for her.. and her condition... But what things were, were what things were.
She heaved a deep sigh, then approached the woman.
"Stew uh?" she drawled. "'At lady, Jazdia uh thinks?-- She not want' fires, 'an uh dun't blame 'er none... BUTS--- E're's a way... Move o'er, let mes sees whut ya gots..."
One of the mechanations of the blue elf man, who's name still escaped her, was clearly the working of a subtle magic of his own, involving dirt and rocks. Discretely, she collected several of the larger ones, and arranged them into what looked like a fire circle, only far too small, and filled in entirely with smaller ones; about the size of chicken eggs, or smaller, leaving no room for a fire at all.
The girl and her boyfriend looked at her like she was crazy, but if there was going to be stew, (and there had better be enough to go around, damnit!) there needed to be heat-- without fire.
She reached into her bag, and pulled out the little charm she had been given, then slipped it over her large head. The chain was not made for something with a head her size, and it BARELY went over-- and felt a little snug around the neck-- but she could feel it there, and could feel the effect almost immediately. It was heavenly-- Feeling the magical endurance she had been forbidden since birth that all her siblings (aside from Oak, but he didn't count-- he was an ass) seemed to enjoy. It was like eating the dangerous red mushrooms in the fall, and feeling like you could fly. (She just hoped it didn't come with the unfortunate downsides of nibbling on one...)
She hunkered down over the odd construction, put her paw like hands over the top of it, sucked in a breath then bared her teeth as she exerted the effort to shape the magic stored in the talisman safely.
The small rocks in the circle grew warm, then hot, then VERY VERY hot, then started to exert a dull, almost imperceptible red glow.
It wasn't a fire, but it would definitely do for cooking a stew, if the girl was judicious in its use.
She staggered up to all fours, shook her head to shake away the dizziness that using magic caused her, then addressed the girl.
"'Ere ya go hun-- Be'er cook 'nuff fer all of us naow! Do'in 'AT work up an appetite!" she chided-- then staggered a bit from the lingering disorientation. The scarab only supplied a store of energy to draw on, it did not ameliorate any of the other effects of using magic.. Like the confusion, or the headaches. But those were WORTH it-- so VERY worth it-- Magic was AMAZING.
"Uh... thinks i's gunna lie down a bit---"
At the same time-- Elsewhere, Rose's attention became fixed on the ... 'wake'... of something rather profoundly disturbing the languid magical haze the grass was exuding. In the distance, at the edge of her vision, something was cutting quite the tummult across the field. The elf woman and long since departed, and moved further out-- and once more, disturbances in that cloud of possibilities stirred, followed by a brilliant purple flare.
She really did not want another "incident" with Mr Moron over there.. and with the elf woman gone, that left only the silly old man.
She groaned, looked over at her sister, hard at work. That pendant on her neck glowed rather brightly to her senses, wrapping her in what looked like an odd shaped bubble of a sort, which she was rapidly consuming, and transforming into a reddish-hinted spray that nestled in among the rocks, settling in among them, in a dazzling display. It really was a shame nobody but her seemed able to view such spectacles-- magic was BEAUTIFUL to watch-- the small trickles converging into huge, glorious flows that their brothers made, with the grass and trees seeming to almost sing in harmony with, were beautiful, no matter what her sister said about it being 'dumb' and 'uninspired.'
Speaking of beautiful-- whatever that tasty little elf boy was doing, it had likewise disturbed the native resting state of the magic. Anyone with vision like hers would be wondering what the hell was going on over there. 'So much for being discrete!' she giggled to herself, then trundled over to where the old man was resting his old bones.
"Dun s'pose ya saw da ligh's did ya, fellar?" she asked politely. "Sommat purdy potent runn'in up our way. At elf-lady seem on toppa it 'dou."
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