arnal was quite surprised to see the human mage dressed in silvery robes enter their midst alongside the raccoon Rickkter. He did not care for the raccoon. Though he could not help but offer begrudging respect for his mastery with the skills of magic, his arrogance and manner brought out the worst in the fox. Still, there were several others in the chambers with them, so perhaps he could hold his tongue better.
“And this is the halter?” the lady asked, as she seemingly glided across the arcane runes inlaid upon the floor.
{Aye, ‘tis} the great bear’s thoughts came to them, even as a deep rumbling thrummed within his massive belly. Varnal had to repress his feelings of disquiet around the bear. Although adorned in the robes of a Lightbringer acolyte, there was still great power and the scent of a predator to him. Nevertheless, it gave the fox secret pleasure to know that he was not alone in being trapped as an animal.
Her eyes met each of them briefly, seeming to focus on Varnal for several long seconds. But she did not speak to him, merely considered him. Varnal caught the impression that he should know this strange lady somehow, but could not place it.
The lady smiled as she saw Jessica, and reached out to greet her. Jessica also stood a bit taller, golden eyes filled with delight and recognition. “Elizabeth,” Jessica cawed, jumping up and fluttering her wings. “You’ve come!”
The lady smiled widely then and embraced the hawk as best she could. “It is good to see you, Jessica. But we’ve much work to do. Can you help us focus our sight?”
Jessica nodded firmly. “I will. But be careful.” The hawk hopped back a few paces and closed her golden eyes. Varnal watched as Elizabeth bent down and unfolded the straps of the harness, laying them out as evenly as possible. Her task was scarcely done when the milky effervescence of magic coalesced into view. The silvery prominences leapt once more from the leather hide of the harness, the buckles glowing with a faint blue nimbus.
“Interesting,” was Elizabeth’s first word upon seeing them. Her eyes cast up to Varnal for a moment, before slipping to the raccoon who stood with arms crossed before his chest still. He knew that they had told her not to tell him of whatever else that was going on. But Varnal did not truly mind. He had a vague notion of who this halter had been meant to strike anyway.
{Ya can see they are all over to strike nae matter which way ya near} Christopher thought, leaning back on his heavy haunches. The ursine’s dark eyes stayed focussed upon the halter though, filled with probing curiosity. Varnal wondered what more he thought but did not share.
“Yes, and none of you can risk reaching out to it,” Elizabeth said, even as she brought her hand near. Unlike before, the prominences did not arc towards her quite as fervently. A few seemed intent on reaching out to her, but they could not find any purchase, even when she touched them herself. Her slender hands pushed at them, trying to slide them away from the halter itself. They slid along her fingers like noodles, but when her hand passed, they slipped back into place once more.
“There is something under all of this,” Elizabeth said. Varnal held back his tongue, thinking what she said obvious. “Let me see if I can draw it aside.”
They all waited while Elizabeth began to craft a few symbols with her hands around the halter, each attempting to drew magic away from the device. Her voice spoke quietly, each word intoned with grace and care. Varnal could feel a deep well of power bubbling forth with each syllable. His estimation of the mage rose by several notches as he listened to difficult incantations slip from her tongue with the poise of a master bard’s sonnet. Incantations whose pronunciations vexed even the most cunning of linguists were easily discernable in her voice. And their effects upon the milky swirl of magical lines in the room was immediate and distinctive.
And still, none of it dislodged the prominences from the halter for more than a moment. Varnal resisted the temptation to groom himself as he waited. Those brief glimpses beneath the layer of silvery arcs did reveal intricate lines of the same hue as the blue nimbus surrounding the metal braces. But he could discern no recognizable details there.
Finally, Elizabeth stopped her incantations. Gripping the ends of her robes, she gently dropped to her knees before it with some relief. “I believe that this magical protection is meant to obscure the halter’s true nature from those like us who seek to know it. As a defence, it is both clever and efficacious in its single-mindedness.”
{Nae,} Christopher rumbled suddenly, the light of an idea brimming within his eyes. {It has another purpose, lady Elizabeth. To change the cursed to be aught but animals, that ‘tis what it seeks.}
Rickkter uncrossed his arms and then crossed them again in the other direction. “What are you suggesting, Christopher?”
{Nae a thing can be done against it, long as it remains dormant. ‘Twere it t’be activated, mayhap something could be done.}
“You mean, one of us should near it?” Malisa asked, her face filling with revulsion at the idea.
{Aye. Nae touch it, but draw near to it.}
Varnal nodded, tail wagging slightly. His eyes cast once to Rickkter, and then back to the bear. “I think you have hit on a fine idea, Christopher. But I think it best that it not be you that nears it. If it were to actually touch you, it might enrage you. And I think none of us would benefit from the company of an enraged bear. So, I proffer myself as the one who shall distract it that Elizabeth might reveal its nature to us.” He could barely contain the alacrity in his voice.
{I can nae argue with ye, Varnal.} Christopher admitted, a wry amusement lacing the thought. The bear’s muzzle seemed drawn back in a grin, though with the wicked teeth he displayed, it was far from welcoming.
Elizabeth swept her hands before her silk gown, straightening out a few wrinkles. “Whenever you are ready, I am,” she said to the fox, her eyes piqued, but still focussed.
Varnal nodded, rose to all fours once more, and trotted to within two paces of the halter. Almost immediately as he neared, the prominences, once dancing randomly amongst themselves, began to arc in his direction with each straining to reach towards him. Varnal licked his nose nervously, suddenly afraid of what might happen should they actually reach him. His tail tried to tuck itself between his legs, but he fought to hold it out steady, going so far as to sit on his haunches and letting it curl around his side to keep from showing his sudden anxiety to the others. And all the while his eyes stayed fixed upon those silvery flares of magic, magic that would render him nothing more than a simple beast for a time should it claim him.
In fact, as he watched those dancing lights, even though he could see Elizabeth’s hands once more dip into them trying to pry them off the halter from which they sprung, he felt strangely entranced. It was as if, against the soft fur of is ears, he could hear a gentle whispering. There was no voice to it, but he found himself wanting to understand the words. Yet there were no words either, only feelings. Varnal lapsed into them, panting slightly as he leaned forward more, sniffing curiously.
It was a strange magic he thought, even as the arcs glimmered hypnotically. Though his own cursing was unconventional, it still was drawn to him, yearning to reduce him in mind and habit to a simple fox. In many ways, it was merely the completion of a spell started years ago, bringing the journey he began to its logical conclusion. It was quite elegant in its simplicity, offering simplicity in return. The thrumming against his ears seemed a contented churring, much like he often found stirring within his own throat.
“Varnal!” a voice cried out, cutting through the stillness that had coalesced about his mind. Blinking wildly, stunned by the sudden outburst, Varnal saw that the silverly prominences were lashing only an inch form his muzzle. He did not know who had called out his name, but it was enough for him to yip in fright, and scoot back along on his haunches.
“What happened?” he asked, panting slightly from the anxiety.
{Ye nearly touched them} Christopher’s mental voice seemed to tramp about in his head, a discordance that shattered the calming churr that had come to him before.
“You were leaning towards the halter,” Malisa said, her voice more gentle. “Far too close. Why did you do that?”
Varnal shook his head, wiping at his muzzle with one forepaw. “I don’t know,” he said, after setting that paw back upon the ground. “I just felt very soothed as I watched them reach for me. I could almost hear it singing to me. I think it was calling out to the cursed part of me.” After a moment, his tail began to wag in agitation. “I cannot even remember if you were able to dislodge them form the halter.”
Elizabeth frowned then, her hand still resting upon the leather. “I did have more success, but we will need more time before we can understand what we saw down there. There’s some strange and very intricate symbol drawn there. I could not identify it in the brief glimpse I had.”
“Nor I,” Rickkter intoned slowly. “We will need to transcribe it so that we can consult all of our tomes.”
“So I will have to draw its power to me again,” Varnal finished the unspoken thought. “Some one will need to be near me, that they might draw me back should I venture too close. Whoever should do this will need to watch me and not the halter. So, as Christopher’s insight into the curse may prove indispensable, Jessica’s power is used to make this visible for all, and Elizabeth is the one whose hands must uncover whatever secret lies within, either Rickkter or Malisa needs watch over me.” He cast his glance between the raccoon mage and the Prime Minister. Neither of them seemed particularly pleased by the course of the fox’s logic.
“I will watch over you,” Malisa offered after a moment’s silence. She stepped around Elizabeth and sat down on her knees beside him. “Should you draw to near, I will pull you back. Fair enough?”
Varnal nodded to her, and then turned back to the halter. “I am ready to try again if you are.” Elizabeth nodded slowly then, inviting him forward with a gentle beckoning of one hand. Varnal took a few tentative steps closer, and watched as the silvery tendrils once more began to clamour for the touch of his vulpine muzzle.
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