wen_spencer (wen_spencer) wrote,
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“This shouldn’t hurt.” Tinker assured everyone as she used a handcrafted wax and iron-filing crayon to mark out a spell on the white stone.

Merry meeped nervously at the center of the spell.

Tinker was slightly mystified by the lack of trust she’d been encountering all day. She had heard rumors that the University of Pittsburgh had set up a magic research lab near the enclaves, complete with a large-scale spell casting area. It took her several hours to track down the small building, tucked just across the Rim, down hill and out of sight of the fairground. All the university people she talked to acted like she was going to blow it up or something. They’d been reluctant to admit that the building existed at first, and then to give her permission to use it.

Really – the only thing personally she’d blown up was parts of Ginger Wine’s – and she didn’t think that should be held against her.

“It took three years and ten million dollars to build!” The university officials kept repeating, although when she finally reached the building, she had no idea why. While well built with cunning use of glass, stone, ironwood, and poly-resin, it was basically just one massive slab of polished white marble resting on bedrock with a glass roof overhead to keep off the rain and snow.

Yet, even Oilcan was voicing concern. “Tink, I don’t really think this is a good idea.”

“I’ve done this spell before.” Tinker paused to dredge up memories of the last time she experimented with it. “On you even.”

“Yes, I know,” Oilcan said. “I let you talk me into lots of crazy things.”

“Did it hurt?”

“No. That’s not the point. You’ve never known what this spell does.”

“Not entirely.” She had to bow to the truth of that statement. “But I think I understand it now; it’s been a very informative summer. It didn’t hurt you and it won’t hurt her.” At least she was fairly sure it wouldn’t. “I’ve cast it on Blue Sky and it didn’t hurt him.”

“It made me dizzy for the rest of the day.” Blue Sky said unhelpfully. “John told me never to let you cast frivolous spells on me again.”

“It was the two hours in the Tilt-n-Whirl that made you dizzy.” Tinker said. “And I warned you about that.”

No one looked confident about her except for Pony and Stormsong, which was why she loved them best.
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