Wand and pentacle, and sword. Cords and censer, scourge and knife.

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Day 144, Thursday, October 23
Not hungry yet for lunch
Syl's caravan

Things have bin strange. Kate 'n I are still friends, and she ain't asked me t'leave yet. There's some kind 'a tension, but it ain't like before. It ain't weighin' on me. It's more waitin', t'see how she feels 'bout it, and what if anythin' she wants t'do 'bout it. I know she ain't bin sleepin' well, and part 'a me wants t'go knock on her door. But that won't help things none. And knowin' what she went through, I ain't 'bout t'try 'n rush things.

Meanwhile, livin' with her's bin frustratin' in other ways. My room back home has thick 'nough walls, but Kate's apartment is pretty small, 'n I'm a guest. I'm halfway t'goin' by the 'Boy at this point, 'r even just goin' out t'the bloody woods fer a couple hours. I sigh 'n finish brushin' my hair. Kate's gone out t'buy some treats 'cause she's off t'see a friend fer lunch. And me, it's bout time I went t'see Syl.

I gather up those journals I'm willin' t'share, and that she might like t'see. There's stuff on wardin', on cleanin' water 'n wounds, on keepin' a man's seed still so you dunt get pregnant, on enchantin' objects. That last one's somethin' I still need work on, and I'm hopin' she can help some. My wardin' bracelet and the bells ain't worked since that day I tried t'reach out.

I could do with some advice on that, too.

I pack my things in a satchel and walk out. I hope Kate has a good time with her friend. Wish I knew where t'go from here, too. I sigh again, walkin' over the bridge headin' t'the Carnival. It dunt take long from there, and I make my way t'Syl's caravan. I get stopped once 'r twice this time, but they let me by when I say she's expectin' me. I hope she ain't too pissed 'bout me goin' off like that.

I step up and knock, quietly. I hope she's here, and up. I dunt want t'have t'wander all over the Carnival lookin'.

[Open to Syl]

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[syl-thorn.livejournal.com]

'm inside m'wagon, checkin' out th'tinctures been brewin' from th'mugwort Preacher-man gave me. Lookin' forward t'our li'l exper'ment, whenever't happens. Ain't setta time ferrit yet, but figurin' won't be much longer...spec'ally since th'big shit's gonna happen soon, like inna week 'r sommat like'at. Tryin' very damned hard t'tell m'self I ain't scared witless. Keepin' up th'work's a good way t'do'at, 'r at least try.

'm jes' stopp'rin th'las' vial when'ere's a knock on m'door. Doubt it's onna m'girls....'ey'd'a called through th'door. Th'roughies been gettin' more careful lately, so mus' be somebody I know. Cross over t'th'door 'n open't.

...well, look who's come back. "Well," I says, leanin' 'gainst th'doorframe. "Know we didn't have nothin' formal goin', but still woulda been nice t'hear somethin' from ya. Startin' t'think ye'd died 'r run off 'r sommat. Where ya been?"

[syl-thorn.livejournal.com]

"I ain't yer 'honey', thanks. If you dunt want my help, you can just say it."

Oh well somebody's on th'fuckin' rag. An's only cuzzI woulda likely said th'exact same bloody thin' when I wuzzer age 't stops me from bloody cuffin'er. Anyway, ferget she's near t'thirty, I guess. Fuckin'ell, don't lemme turn inta onna'ose old ladies't treats ev'rybody under forty like'a damn kid...

Well, might laugh if'n we wuzn't talkin' 'bout what we's talkin' 'bout. Azzit is, take th'last gulp'a m'coffee 'n 'shine 'n say, "In 'bout a week, me, Tez 'n our friend's gonna try a rite t'boost m'powers. 'bout a 50-50 chance it'll fuckin' kill me instead. Right now th'biggest question's whether 'm gonna cut off 'n ear, a finger 'r a couple toes t'help fuel't. Still wan'in?"

First time've said't so bloody bald. Take a long, slow drag offa m'cig, stubbit out, light up 'nother. Oh yeah, bitch, ye're dealin' wit'is real well.