she’s silent for a second, her eyes full of… contemplation.
she summons a glass of wine and offers it to him. “I’m not the type of person you should be taking advice from, but… er… how does that make ya feel, hon?”She sits down next to him. She takes out the locket she had used to capture the corpse’s years before, flicking it open and taking a look inside. There’s a picture of somewhere there, this Time. A young Elven woman, with golden hair and freckled skin, a smile on her face.
“Terrible. Really makes me think about what I’ve done. I used to be horrible when I was a god. Sent down storms to destroy towns and all. Just because it was my nature. I wouldn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. So I didn’t stop.”
“Yeah-… well, it’s good that that you’re realizing that now, at least. If you don’t acknowledge the past, you’re doomed to repeat it.” She suddenly gags. “Eugh… I’m usually not even this-… corny with my godchildren. Curse my fricken’ Golden heart…” she pauses, looking to him. “I-… Fairy godmothers have, in the most literal way possible, hearts of gold. And supposedly metaphorically too-. But it’s freaking sappy and just… so sweet it’s hard to watch. I’d much rather have a heart that is cold and dead.”
“It seems like you do have a heart that is cold and dead. And a stomach for alcohol.”
She laughs. “gotta have fun some way or another, eh? And I’ve built up a resistance to it, over the years. And either way, unless it’s fey wine, Fairies have to drink a lot of alcohol to get drunk. Enough to kill most people.”
“There are plenty of ways to have fun other than what we think. I used to think that torturing people was fun. But it’s not. Alcohol might not be fun too.”
She frowns. “Mmm… I guess I find… a small amount of satisfaction from helping people. But that’s just godmother instincts, it’s what I was born to do. I only even still do it so I can collect time.”
“Good for you for breaking away from your instincts. That’s hard to do.”
“Unfortunately, I still have to do it- and people can still summon me if they wish upon a star, or a wishbone, or any of those other things you wish on, or if they just need me really bad. And Y’know, that happens a lot, because when you do that and you successfully contact a godmother, you contact a random one. And there are only about 200 of us currently in existence. And If i’m summoned, they won’t leave me alone until I make them my godchild. But, it’s worth it, I suppose.”
“That sounds annoying. No wonder you only do things for a price.”
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A mindflayer is outside, but it doesn't seem to be doing anything horrific... yet. No abductions, no attacks, no parasites being shoved into anyone's eyes, they just seem to be minding their own business. They stand near a massive pot, the smell of chicken stew wafting from it. They stir it with a large wooden spoon, adding in seasonings from vials on a belt pouch that is clearly meant for potions but has now been repurposed into a handy spice rack on the go. They wear simple robes, nothing flashy or fancy or even spiffy, just a regular shirt, a pair of britches, and boots to cover their bird-like toes. A table is next to the pot, a bit dirty due to chicken blood as well as a pile of heads and feet that seemed to be saved for later. The mindflayers hums to themself, their deep psionic voice singing some sort of melody while they cook.
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