Orb: 19th of Rebirth’s Height

[demonsintheoven]

[[Snow is looking... oddly sober, yet utterly unfocused. Her eyes seem to have dulled and she's not quite looking at the orb directly.]]

It wouldn't change anything, would it? If you could go back in time... something else would go wrong. You'd spend every moment fixing and correcting and in the end, you'd never have gone back in time to fix the thing you'd broken so you'd undo it all.

[[No slurring, no real trailing off, no signs of an open bottle... totally sober. Weird.]]

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[demonsintheoven]

[[She obliges, just assuming that she missed where it should have been for him to see anything, but not really caring too much.

The symbols don't really look like anything legible, almost like a touch like Scandinavian runes written like Arabic script, mixed with something utterly alien.]]

[consultmybooks]

[...yep, nothing he's ever seen before. He'd ask her to translate, but...well, she's blind.

So, Giles tries another question.] That's, um, a fascinating series of charms. If you don't mind my asking, um, w-where did you get them?

[demonsintheoven]

[[and she wouldn't be able to even if she weren't.]]

There was an old man selling trinkets. He said it would help. First time anyone said that that it was true. [[her arm slumps back to her side]]

[consultmybooks]

[...um.]

A-An old man? H-Here in town, d'you mean? A peddler?

[demonsintheoven]

[[she nods]] The one who wanders under a curse.

[consultmybooks]

A-And the one who sells cursed objects besides!

[Pardon him if he sounds...more than a little alarmed, Snow.]

[demonsintheoven]

[[she just sort of shrugs, remarkably unconcerned about the whole thing.]] One person's curse is another's power.

[consultmybooks]

[A remarkable lack of concern that Giles, for his part, is now attributing to the presence of the cursed charms.]

Generally not for long, in my experience. [And, as far as cursed objects in general go, Giles does have some experience.]

[demonsintheoven]

[[she shrugs]] I've had this curse a very long time...

[consultmybooks]

What sort of a curse? As long as we've been talking, um, I'm afraid I still don't understand.

[Grudgingly and most of all belatedly:] ...s-sorry.

Even when sober, she makes no sense :)

[demonsintheoven]

The things in my head that don't go away and always come true. They were always there...

All in a day's work, for Giles

[consultmybooks]

"Don't go away and always..."

...you're a seer?

[demonsintheoven]

[[sigh sighs, head slumping slightly]] Yeah...

[consultmybooks]

["No wonder you're mad as a hatter", is Giles' first and very unkind although not entirely unsympathetic impulse to respond.]

...I'm sorry to hear that.

[demonsintheoven]

[[That and the drugs/excessive drinking she did to try and deal with them all.]]

But it's all right now. It's all gone. Can't see a thing. [[says with a tired laugh]]

[consultmybooks]

[It's not a reaction he's unfamiliar with. Seers in Giles' world tend to have a tough time of it, most especially because there never seems to be anything good to see.

...he still doesn't trust the charms, especially if they came from the same peddler who provided Sif her cursed hat. But...well...]

I'm happy for you.

[...] What did you say your name was?

[demonsintheoven]

Snowfeather. Only the feather's long since drifted away.... so it's only Snow now.

[consultmybooks]

Snow, then. Very nice to meet you, even if the circumstances are a bit...odd.

You can just, um, call me Giles. Th-That's fine. I suppose I'll...see you around the village, then.

[demonsintheoven]

[[a nod]] Maybe.

[consultmybooks]

[Probably, if only because...well, Giles always seems to find himself drawn to the oddest sorts.

Even so, Giles hangs up at that. He feels the need for a drink himself, after such a labyrinthine chat with such a madwoman.]