realityshifted | a first miracle

I accept.

[ From a girl who appeared as if particles of sand merged just to form a solid figure; just two words to no one in particular. Words that mean nothing to no one unless they can view the Plane with the eyes of a witch. Walking around the scenery is lovely, just lovely. Nothing out of place for one who traveled realities, but has the taste on her tongue of something new, strange. Exciting. Sand and the smell of ocean water was starting to bore her as it was. This... ]

This game board will suffice just fine. Enough pieces, though with a mystery game master...

[ She pauses; thinking herself to be above such things. However, putting herself in the hands of another as a piece would be... entertaining, at the very least. She could feel herself capable of stretching her wingspan just fine-- which is to say, her powers were all intact even with the present game, and the status of piece. ]

... never mind that thought.

Playing alongside all of you will be interesting. Shall we get the pleasantries out of the way?

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Yes, of arts and antiquities. [And timelines and people and ways to win high-stakes games.] Anything that catches my eye.

But I am glad to hear it. There has been a recent granting of rather impressive powers of late. We have been fortunate that none have used it too irresponsibly. Would it be too forward of me to ask what a Voyager Witch is?

[ Sounds like the two of them have the same interest in collecting. ] A fine hobby.

[ She is pleased he seems to know his manners. ] A Voyager Witch travels kakera, fragments of reality-- to put it simply, realities that exist themselves. As a wanderer in the Sea of Kakera, I was pulled into this glimmer of light.

How interesting. I'd ask if you saw a pair of twins on your way in, but they seem to have been missing of late. Do the different realities that you visit each have their own rules of the universe?

Of course. Every reality has rules which it must obey.

This one's rules... [ A pause. ] I can't quite pick them out just yet. I'll have to meet more of the people who frequent it.

May all your meetings with them be pleasant.

Another question, if I may? When you say you're the Witch of Miracles. What do you mean by that?

One can only hope.

I am a being who can make any miracle come to pass, as long as the percentage is not zero. Simply put, of course.

I assume there would be a cost? Forgive me my cynicism, but the rules of my universe have a certain narrative causality that asks a high price the more improbable a thing is.

That would be the case with other witches. In order to make powerful magic come to pass, they would have to risk high stakes in order just to have a chance, and even then there is no promise.

My power is beyond that. There is no trade for someone like me.

Of course, I am the only one capable of this. You're correct-- it would be too much if this sort of power could be used by anyone.

Then we are all fortunate that such force is in such good hands.

You shouldn't make assumptions of people you've just met.

I'm not saying I'm one or the other, merely stating the fact.

I like making assumptions. I can be smug if I'm right and surprised when I'm wrong. At my age, surprises are not quite as easy to come by as they used to be. [He looks to be forty at the latest. But then, he isn't the only person whose appearance does not correspond precisely to his age.]

... that's a fine philosophy to take with it. I guess you'll figure out later whether to be smug or surprised... [ A smile. And a light shrug of the shoulders. ] Or both.

That's what time is for. It's certainly much more fun than asking, "Are you a good witch or a bad witch?"

Anyone so dull to ask wouldn't deserve an answer.

A little harsh on Glinda the Good, don't you think? But I am allowing my curiosity to undermine my manners. Do you have any questions about this place? I can't promise you I can answer all questions, but I'll try to avoid lying if I do.

Won't that take the fun out of finding everything out for myself? [ Mimicking him from earlier; just as it would take the fun out of finding out her nature. ]

[For that, he smiles.] I suppose it well. Then should I wish you good hunting?

Or, no, perhaps not. I'll wish you a good game.

And I'll wish you the same, Mr. Braxiatel.

[With a broader, more theatrical bow, he vanishes from the Plane.]

[ Makes a mental note, and grins.

She likes that piece. Thinks like a witch does.

She turns and walks, ready to seek out more. ]

a first miracle

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