Whereas most magick spells are incomprehensible to the lay person, the incantations of magick politic require a non-wizard to be able to understand them. The more memorable the incantation, the more powerful the spell. The Red Wizards, particularly adept in this magick, knew this innately when they eventually branded her an "agent of chaos."
Yet the title assumed agency in the decision to sow discord, whereas any Yellow Wizard would remind you that simply being in the wrong place at the wrong time can be sufficient to accidentally invoke magick entropic.
And in this moment, as she stepped through the veil, she was almost certainly in the wrong place, particularly at this time.
"Ah, I know where I am. It's been so long, I almost forgot," she said. "But it's hard to forget," she waved her hands, "all this color. Do you see it?"
She looked at a stunned Shaman Armstrong.
"No... no, I don't think you do."
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"Well, now that I am here," she continued, "there are a few things I would like to collect. Things left behind. Things that were…" she paused, "sacrificed."
Shaman Armstrong stared blankly at her.
"Given that I know where I am, but not quite when I am, I’ll need a guide. Come along," and she walked out the door.
Shaman Armstrong followed behind as the tear in the fabric of space-time, still hanging in his living room, quietly mended itself.
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