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[carmesi]

Who: wanda maximoff + others
When: september/october
Where: solvunn, horizon, nocwich
What: catch-all for the month! including quest, and general top-levels for solvunn. horizon threads based on request! additionally, she'll be in nocwich teaching high magic basics.
Warnings: blood??

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[familysucks]

[That's just what making the rules means to Michael, a consequence of once having had power over life and death. Being in charge means being in charge of all of it, down to the tiniest detail.

It gives Wanda something to fight him on, anyway. It's good for her.]

Less time when food is involved.

[Though Wanda may have a point. She's probably had more experience with dogs than he has. And, maybe even more importantly: a spriggan is not a dog. Michael tilts his head, considers the little living jumble of rocks and moss as it approaches Wanda.]

See if it will let you touch it.

[carmesi]

[michael gives out a command, and all wanda does is crouch down. for a moment she wonders if she should put out her hand to see if, in fact, the spriggan will let her touch it.

instead, she sets the bag with the treats down (is it bigger now?), opening it up.

the spriggan perks at this and, with little preamble, rolls its little rocky body inside the bag. why see if she can touch it if it will just roll to where the food is...?

wanda turns the bag upright in her hands, keeping it by her lap, and watches in amusement as the spriggan is contently eating the treats within the bag.]

[familysucks]

[He's about to ask what she's doing, but the spriggan rolls into the bag before he can even open his mouth. Michael waits for it to realize its mistake, but there's no sudden struggle. He can hear it continuing to munch away, the sound now muffled by the fabric of the bag.

For a moment he pauses, the goal-oriented side of his mind butting up against the one that wants things done his way. In the end, results always win.

He sighs.]

I suppose that will do.

[Michael stands and makes his way over to Wanda's corner of the garden, so he too can peer down into the bag and observe the spriggan.]

[carmesi]

Mission accomplished.

[she says, from her crouched position, looking up at michael as he approaches her. there's a small smile on her face, one that claims some kind of mischief from her part.

because what are they if wanda isn't trying to knock over his authority in subtle, harmless ways?

and now she stands, and hands the bag over to michael.]

What next?

[sure, listening to him now.]

[familysucks]

[That's the kind of look that suggests to him that she's cheating in some way. If she had used magic he'd have noticed, though, and she isn't suddenly looking faint, so he supposes it's just the satisfaction of getting to do things her way.

Michael sighs. You win some, you lose some.

He accepts the bag and loops the drawstrings over each arm, carrying it like a front-facing backpack. The spriggan seems content nibbling away inside but if it tries to let itself out, he'll see it.]

Now we take it back to the Abandoned Settlement. If the other spriggans are particularly happy to have this one back, we may receive flowers and a dance.

[He assumes once they put it back, it's going to stay put. There are no more roaming beasts to chase it away from home.

There's chittering from inside the bag, a sound like pebbles clicking together, and a small hand emerges, a sunflower seed clutched between its fingers. Michael looks at it, hesitates, but then accepts the seed with a weary expression.]

Thank you. [He looks to Wanda.] Let's go.