Fortescue frowns in sympathy. "That's unfortunate."
She knows that her world has an advantage over many worlds that have magic -- there are no demons. No malevolent entities of that kind, that she's aware of. There are the Guides, but the Guides are neutral. Even helpful, as it's Guides that bestow magic on elves and humans. They don't try to forge deals with mortals and they don't try to hurt them. There's only the exchange: some of your life force, which will regenerate, and in return, a life of guaranteed success.
Though what you'd be successful at, that's the unconscious gamble everyone takes. And then forgets. Guides are confusing things. They rarely stick around to fully explain themselves. Fortescue's guide, whom she'd named Phineas, is an exception. But he's not here in Teleios. It seems that this is a place the Guides can't get to.
"Jazz is no demon, unless you consider trying to steal food off of Teleios partygoers to be demonic," she jokes lightly, as they carefully move. "He also tries to do that whenever I visit the Temple kitchens..."
Jazz is a bottomless pit of a cat, for how sleek he's managed to stay. But he appears lofty and unconcerned on Fortescue's shoulder, as if he finds being a food thief to be a baseless accusation. Thanks to carrying her soul safely, he does understand more than the typical cat. But not too much more.
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She knows that her world has an advantage over many worlds that have magic -- there are no demons. No malevolent entities of that kind, that she's aware of. There are the Guides, but the Guides are neutral. Even helpful, as it's Guides that bestow magic on elves and humans. They don't try to forge deals with mortals and they don't try to hurt them. There's only the exchange: some of your life force, which will regenerate, and in return, a life of guaranteed success.
Though what you'd be successful at, that's the unconscious gamble everyone takes. And then forgets. Guides are confusing things. They rarely stick around to fully explain themselves. Fortescue's guide, whom she'd named Phineas, is an exception. But he's not here in Teleios. It seems that this is a place the Guides can't get to.
"Jazz is no demon, unless you consider trying to steal food off of Teleios partygoers to be demonic," she jokes lightly, as they carefully move. "He also tries to do that whenever I visit the Temple kitchens..."
Jazz is a bottomless pit of a cat, for how sleek he's managed to stay. But he appears lofty and unconcerned on Fortescue's shoulder, as if he finds being a food thief to be a baseless accusation. Thanks to carrying her soul safely, he does understand more than the typical cat. But not too much more.