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Gemorian Ascendant 3

... formed pixie.

And in the event, it went off exactly as I’d hoped. A one-foot tall, svelte little creature appeared above my circle. She had four flittering dragonfly wings on her back, and two tiny horns on her forehead above sparkling blue eyes, deftly encompassing her dual nature. Her wind-tossed, shoulder-length light blue hair, from which peeked two elfin ears, framed a cute, round, smiling face, the urge to chaos written all over it. She wore a blue bodysuit which matched the shade of her hair, and two elbow-length gloves of the same color with a frayed, jagged fringe. I wasted no time in forming the enthrallment glyph in my mind, and cast it forth with a soundless pulse like thunder. For a second the smile turned into a grimace of bared, sharp teeth, but quickly the expression turned instead to one of curiosity.

The task complete, I cried out, “Et iterum!”, and moments later another appeared, this one with red eyes and pink hair and clothing, her features slightly more aquiline but otherwise very similar. Interesting, I thought to myself, then cast my next enthrallment. She blinked at me, a pout on her pretty features, then simply folded her hands in front of her expectantly.

The next cry of “Et iterum!” drew forth a pixie with green hair and clothing and dark eyes that immediately took to the air, seemingly headed for the roof of the chamber. Only a moment later my glyph of enthrallment found her just the same, and instead she dove back down and did loops ...

... around the summoning circle, watching me. That gave me pause for a second, but when nothing happened after the green one had made several loops, I returned my attention to the circle.

My next “Et iterum!” generated a pixie in purple, and she crouched on the altar, poised, eyes narrowed. However, she looked around at the other pixies, seemingly trying to grasp the situation from them, and so made no move. This was lucky, because that next enthrallment glyph was slower to form, pulling more out of me than I had anticipated. When the enthrallment snagged her she barely reacted, merely turned back towards me and raised an eyebrow. Well. Slightly unnerved, I double checked that it had taken hold, but I could feel its presence within her.

One last time, I thought to myself, though I was a little nervous I might have slightly overreached going for five. I took a bit to refocus, and regain my concentration. I could feel the drain of energy from repeated casting, and the freshly active spells tickled at my awareness, making it harder to hold new magics in my mind. I took a deep breath and pulled deeper upon Maëlys; she gave willingly, I could sense it, but the flow wasn’t as deep as I would have liked. Still, I didn’t have much farther to go. It would have to do. “Et iterum autem ultimum!”

The stream of magic created the proper matrix, and in came the formless mana, adhering and being shaped by my sigils of nether and fae. All was well that far, just like the others. The mana ...