Can you keep a secret?
After his meeting with Professor Agathias, Malmr seeks a friend to lean on, but instead sees Lucie's powerful appearance of magic. Chaos ensues, and he invariably ends up taking the new little mage to Namarast, which appears as a kidnapping to those not around.
51 Gold for Lucie, Malmr completes a Fortune Quest and earns +1 Corruption and +2 Discipline.
Lucie
Hot tears pooled at Lucie’s feet, streaming abundantly down her face and punctuated with hiccups she could no longer hide. To be like her mother was all she ever wished for - bold and bright and beautiful, if only she wasn’t so scared of her own flames. She had only ever learned to fear the thing she craved so much, and now that she got it, regretted the countless silent prayers she had addressed to Grace. She felt those held her accountable – filled her with shame. She was a little girl, who wanted nothing more than to be like her mother, like the many mages that had taken part in raising her, and like a father she never knew – as much as she wouldn’t admit it out loud.
Málmr’s words shook her to her core still, as she snuggled closer to him, her little frame shaking violently with sobs as he held her in his arms. She could only pray that her magic would be something beautiful, something useful. Something she can be proud of, instead of feeling afflicted with a curse with terms she had yet to find out.
“ You have beautiful magic.” She whispered, bright eyes set on Málmr’s face, not missing the teardrops he shed with her. “Your magic protects people… I-I hope I can do that, too.” She gazed upon her starlit skin in quiet wonder – possibilities started dawning on her, as curiosity slowly gnawed at her sides. “I want to protect Mom and Dogan and Roger a-and you… I hope my magic is something to be proud of.”
A sharp gasp interrupted her musings, as she noticed, in the woods behind them, flashes of ghastly eyes and heard dreadful creaking. Not only did she hate to know there were witnesses to her confession, but she had never been in close proximity to a creature born of magic, safe for Naya. She feared them still, and she promptly tugged at Málmr’s shirt, urging him to take her home. Fatigue started weighing on her – from all the crying, and the recent sleepless nights she had spent watching her own, unfamiliar reflection. She wrapped her arms around the man’s neck without a word, leaning her head against him as he picked her up.
As they were about to leave, someone jumped out of the woods, screaming. “Málmr!” she cried out, pointing at the stranger running towards them. She did not notice the stars quietly sprouting out of the ground – neither the rose tinted quality that would soon cover her vision. It was twilight, after all.