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Cersei the Enchanted Owl
Sorcieri
Legacy Name: Sorcieri
The Custom Darkmatter Archan
Owner: Chrysariel
Age: 8 years, 1 month, 6 days
Born: April 1st, 2016
Adopted: 8 years, 1 month, 6 days ago
Adopted: April 1st, 2016
Statistics
- Level: 121
- Strength: 178
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 708
- Books Read: 695
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Couture Designer
The White Witch
The cottage was built directly over the heart of the forest beside the first tree to put roots in the ancient ground. Warm tan stones artfully blend with climbing vines that sprout tiny rainbow blossoms no bigger than a baby's thumbnail. The thick oak entry door is inlaid with panels of lighter wood and iron scrolls that give it the feel of a fairy portal or the gateway to some charmed castle constructed by magic. Smoke curls pleasantly from a chimney bespelled to never clog with soot.
Sorcieri is an old student of the magical arts, trying her hand in health restoration, alchemy, and any branch of the White Arts that captures her interest. Today's brew smells vaguely like apple pie spice and the first lilacs of spring, its surface the bubbling gold of champagne served at a wedding feast. It is a form of charm potion that will allow the drinker to develop a temporary sense for dangers in order to avoid them.
Since this is not a recipe she makes often, she must pause every few minutes to make sure her measurements are correct. Her Book of Spells lies open on an ornate wooden stand carved with birds and woodland creatures. She can call up any recipe she desires to try with a few words of magic. She simply names the spell and her book will flip to the proper page. It is also spelled against fire, water, rips, stains, and all teleportation spells. Sorcieri is glad to brew for others but the secrets she has gathered are her own.
She adds a single scale from the wingtip of a golden dragarth to finish the brew, giving it a good stir until the scale is fully dissolved. Blinding white light gathers over the liquid for just a moment, a mark of her success.
She keeps crates of glass vials ranging in size from a thimble to large beakers that can hold a whole cauldron's worth of potion. Today's potion is best taken in small quantities. She used a levitation spell to get the last few drops bottled then takes the time to write out a label for each vial by hand. She does not trust label machines. Sorcieri does not trust technology in general. Leave those wretched gadgets to the folk on Atebus.
Cersei's perch is near the cooking cauldron, allowing the owl to observe every spell cast and every mixture made. She takes flight, snatching up the herb basket with the talons of one foot. She lands on Sorcieri's shoulder, clicking her beak in a questioning sound. Sorcieri smooths her feathers with a gentle hand and smiles. Her minion can always read her moods and right now she is very much in the mood to gather.
Her herb garden is fine for the very common base ingredients she uses every day but there are many specialty items she must venture deeper into the forest to find.
Today's item of interest is exactly seven drops of dew from the head of a Maiden's Heart Blossom, though if she's able to track down a few unicorn hairs and the eggshells from a griffin nest she will be very happy.
She hears the cry at half a mile's distance. She can distinguish the distress signal of an animal taken by a hunter's blow from that of an animal trapped through cunning. This forest is her domain and under her protection. Hunting is strictly forbidden but there are always a few Subetans who cannot learn to abide by the rules.
The fox does not bare his fangs or snarl at her approach. She is naturally part of the forest as surely as the surrounding trees.
He is a large and handsome creature with thick red fur and a white-tipped tail. He will never be mistaken for a jollin with such small ears, though the mischievous glint in his eye marks them as cousins. His right rear paw is caught in the cruel steel jaws of a trap that stinks of human hand oil.
The fox speaks to her in a series of yips and whines. He was only trying to feed his little ones and he took only a pair of chickens that had found a hole in the fence of their yard. He knows better than to get too close to the henhouse but he could not pass such easy prey that barely put up a fuss when he made the kill. Sorcieri corroded the steel with a mutter and a gentle touch of her paw. It fell away in a shower of rust flakes. The fox sat patiently as she muttered healing words over his paw. He would limp for a few days but would not lose his ability to hunt for his mate and children.
Sorcieri hated it when a creature was beyond her ability to heal. Too many times she had been forced to give mercy to one of her wards with a killing blow. She would never leave the body to rot or to grace some hunter's wall but would consume the meat and take hair and bone for spell ingredients. Not so much as a drop of blood was ever left when Sorcieri made a kill.
She leaves a spell over the ruined trap. If the hunter so much as returns to the spot, his body will break out in itchy welts for three weeks. It's not the worst curse she could leave but it is enough. From the smell, she determines the human to be young, male, and unfamiliar. It is for those hunters who do not take the first warning that she saves the nasty chants, though she would never go so far as to kill another creature.
She continues along a path lined with wild clover, restocking her supply of the four-leaved variety that was heavily depleted by the day's brewing.
As the sun continues its trek across the sky, Sorcieri begins to sing. The song is a wordless melody created by the first babbling brook that ever caressed the shoulder of a mountain. She continues to sing when the target of her search comes into sight at last, adding a few magical notes to the tune so that she can collect the dew she needs without doing any harm to the plants.
Cersei begins to shift and flutter her feathers, a sure sign she is restless for a hunt. Sorcieri holds out a paw, inviting the owl to take flight and scout. Sorcieri uses Cersei's eyes, casting a simple viewing spell to see half the forest from the sky. She guides her minion past the healthy members of the flock, narrowing her vision to a sickly old elk that has somehow evaded the wolves. His haunches will provide all the meat she can use for a week.
When the blow falls, it is swift and efficient. She carefully separates the meat that will go well in stew from the entrails that are Cersei's treat. The hide will serve as new curtains for her cottage and the bones she will grind up for a spell that allows the user to be as swift as a deer. When she is done, there is not even blood evidence on the ground to mark the place of her kill. Blood from any creature has great magical properties and is not to be wasted.
They take their time on the walk home, enjoying the first stars of the evening that are starting to wink into sight as the sun dips below the horizon. Witch lights line the path to Sorcieri's front door, revealing the velosotor seated on the porch steps. He leaps to his feet with a smile, holding out a clawed hand as he introduces himself.
"My name is Kendros Littleclaw. My good friend Galina told me all about the potions you sell and she promised you would be able to help me with a problem I've been having."
Galina was a sweet popoko who had come under Sorcieri's protection for a time. She nods to Kendros and waves him inside.
"Every summer, I suffer from the most unbearable scale itch you can imagine. I've tried supplies from Medicontra and a few of the Healer's best herbal remedies. They help for a while, but they never last. I want something that will cure this insufferable condition before it costs me my job. Nobody wants to see a Food Market worker rubbing up against their crates of bananas and canned corn."
Sorcieri smiles. "I have just what you need. It will take an hour to prepare. You are welcome to sit by my fire, if you like."
He takes her offer, peeking around the back of his chair every now and then as she adds a sprinkle of powdered ginger root and the ground skin of a silver snake. She knows the question will come but it still makes her grit her teeth.
"Say, do you ever dabble around in that black magic? I've heard all sorts of stories..."
Her eyes flash as she puts a cork in the potion bottle. "I can brew a curse that will give you boils or attract a nest of bees to your house, but I would never practice magic that harms life, sir. The sole purpose of the black arts is to cause harm and chaos. You would do well to study the fundamentals of magic before questioning them."
He is blushing as he pays for his purchase and leaves. He will feel more the fool when the potion clears up his skin problems forever. Sorcieri cleans the cauldron with care to prevent any leeching of spells into new mixtures.
Sorcieri has a ritual to end her day. The rocker on her porch is woven from the fallen branches of the forest's oldest tree and cushioned with moss. One especially strong twig serves as Cersei's perch as her mistress takes a seat, settling the well-used guitar in her lap. Sorcieri tunes for a moment, and then begins to sing the End of Day Song.
Thanks to Father Sun above
Giving warmth and giving light
Shower Mother Earth with love
By your warm and glorious might
Thanks to Mother Moon below
Giving coolness, giving peace
Dreams are cast from your soft glow
Sleep a blanket soft as fleece
There are verses for the stars, the ocean, the mountains, and every plant and animal. Before she seeks her own soft bed, she will sing them all as a blessing to life and its prosperity.
Credits
Profile Coding by: Ringo
Edited by: Chrysariel
Story by: Pureflower
Overlay Recolor by: Necolasa & Chrysariel
Background by: Peakpx
Purple Frame by: Chrysariel
Name Art by Chrysariel
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Magical Sticker
Gourd Witch Herbal
Gourd Witch Garden Notes
Gourd Witch Potion Experiments
Gourd Witch Family Journal
Gourd Witch Family Tree
Book of Nature
Powers of the Mage
Guide to Contacting Spirits
How to Tame Spirits
The Dangers of Time Rifts
Book of Stellamancy
Book of Ancient Black Magic
Self-Taught Sorcery
The Death Book
Book of Demonic Names
Minor Curses: Stubbed Toes
Oval Scrying Mirror
Wooden Scrying Bowl
Marble Mortar and Pestle
Melting Kettle
Nest Of Spiders Wet Specimen
Clawed Monster Wet Specimen
Ink Monster Wet Specimen
Bloody Wet Specimen
Mouthy Monster Wet Specimen
Haunted Chew Toy
Haunted Fish Bones
Haunted Fangs
Haunted Carrot
Haunted Dagger
Haunted Feather
Moth Bug Crunch
Harvest Spice Manchu Bread
Peach Crystal Leaves
Mystical Orb of the Gods
Rat Poison Deadly Bonbon
Ricin Deadly Bonbon
Nightshade Deadly Bonbon
Cyanide Deadly Bonbon
Ammonia Deadly Bonbon
Decanter of Mysterious Sludge
Glowing Crystal Worm
Grave Reminder
Dragon Blood
Golden Monster Hand Chalice
Silver Monster Hand Chalice
Bronze Monster Hand Chalice
Morostide Crystal Bat Chalice
Spider Webbed Chalice
Tentacle Chalice
Flask of Liquid Shadow
Dark Dust
Enchanting Dust
Stinky Dust
Rainbow Powder
Snake Venom
Bottled Stinker Acid
Mutagenic Throwing Vial
Mercurial Throwing Vial
Necrotic Throwing Vial
Destabilizing Throwing Vial
Acidic Throwing Vial
Bottomless Jelly Vial
Spiraling Ascension Potion
Bottled Hatred
Forgotten Magic
Moonstone
Quark
Plasma Bubbles
Hikei Floating Orbs
Sealed Scroll of White Magic
Shrine of Apollonia
Lightning Cloud Model
Token of Tempest
Cracked Raindrop Vial
Sparkling Raindrop Vial
Sweeping Tempest Marble
Crackling Tempest Marble
Booming Tempest Marble
Wrapped Tempest Marble
Tempestuous Berries
Glowing Orb of Reptiles
Peacock Feather Quill Pen
Delicate Gold Feather Trinket
Sinister Quill
Smolder
Magma Mage Amulet
Fire Mage Amulet
Ice Mage Amulet
Wind Mage Amulet
Death Mage Amulet
Mage Quest Master Plushie
Counteraim Ring
Rose Tear Crystal
Fire Defense Tear Crystal
Singed Tear Crystal
Critical Strike Tear Crystal
Dark Defense Tear Crystal
Earth Defense Tear Crystal
Earth Tear Crystal
Thief Tear Crystal
Fire Tear Crystal
Curse of Boils Tear Crystal
Light Tear Crystal
Blessing of Natural Armor Tear Crystal
Wind Tear Crystal
Ice Tear Crystal
Ice Defense Tear Crystal
Wind Defense Tear Crystal
Water Defense Tear Crystal
Water Tear Crystal
Physical Tear Crystal
Physical Defense Tear Crystal
Parched Tear Crystal
Light Defense Tear Crystal
Black Coda Caves Crystal
Blue Coda Caves Crystal
Green Coda Caves Crystal
Dream Coda Caves Crystal
White Coda Caves Crystal
Yellow Coda Caves Crystal
Orange Coda Caves Crystal
Red Coda Caves Crystal
Mystical Purple Serpent Scale
Death Dreamcatcher
Light Shard
Darkness Shard
Death Shard
Fox Shell
Jar of Fairy Dust
Mystical Pumpkin Powder
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Box of Untold Secrets
Manticore Sting
Brimstone
Mages Magical Net
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Astral Wand