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|So she's run away from home...and into a talking log! JOke: There were two muffins in an oven. The first muffin turns to the second muffin and says 'Man, it's getting hot in here!' The second muffin looks horrified and screams 'aaaaahhh! a talking muffin!' - important to the plot....hehe. enjoy!!!||
Mandie dropped to the ground from an open window on the second floor. She would have used a first-floor window, but the servants in her parents’ summer mansion had been ordered to keep her indoors. They were set upon turning her into a ‘lady of high social standing who has developed excellent social graces’.
Unfortunately for her parents, Mandie had no intention of becoming such a lady. She wanted adventure, and so Mandie had escaped from her study room before her languages tutor had showed up.
“After all, what use are languages to me, if I’m never to use them?” She thought to herself, justifying her escape. Still, even as she made excuses, she knew what would happen if she ever came back to any of her parents’ homes. Punishments, restrictions, and maybe even an arranged marriage to help her ‘settle down’ awaited such a return.
That was not for her, though. So, grabbing the bundle she’d built up over time and hidden beneath the hay in one of the unused barns, Mandie departed her parents sheltered world.
Slipping into the trees behind her parents’ mansion, she silently departed. She would have her adventure.
As Mandie traipsed silently through the pre-nighttime dusk-haze, she tried not to think. Slowly dripping down from the upper branches of trees, rain fell upon her steadily. For hours already had Mandie endured this, ever since noon, actually. Only once, however, had the temptation to return home taken her. Quickly it was shunted aside by the mere memory of the drudgery and heartache she’d found at home.
Even as her shirt and skirt became uncomfortable by clinging to her body, trying to weigh her down to the ground, she did not think or return or submission. The skirt twined about her legs like an angry wrestler who’d already lost the fight.
Not a creature’s voice marred the musical dripping of the rain, and so she walked on in a symphony of silence. Grimly she pressed on, enjoying the rain as much as possible while feeling like a drowned fish. Tripping over tree roots and trying to avoid mud in a rainy forest did not improve her mood.
Needless to say, when Mandie tripped over a squishy, decayed log covered in mud….it did not help to improve her mood. So cheerful was her outlook that she proceeded to kick the log several times. Pain-filled grunts met her third kick, and she jumped back in surprise.
“Ahh! A talking log!” She cried.
“I yield! No more! I yield! Please, no more!” The log yelled, in a voice that sounded thick with weeping. Looking closer at the log, Mandie calmed.
“What are you doing lying on the trail, log man?: She questioned, purposely allowing herself to sound younger. She knew that her diminutive stature fooled many into thinking she was much younger than she actually was, so long as she didn’t talk like an adult. She also ignore the fact that she was not standing on a trail at all, but had been bush-whacking her way from her old home.
Unresponsive, however, the man slept on. Unable to resist, Mandie summoned a small mage-light to hover over him. While she assessed the obviously roughed-up stranger, she sent a prayer to whoever was listening that no one would sense or track her magical signature.
To her eyes the stranger was badly beaten, as though set upon by mobbers or bandits. The light hovering over him darted in towards the stranger’s face at her silent command. There was something odd about his face, but Mandie couldn’t place what it was. She urged the magic closer. Horrified, she watched as the magic escaped her control. It hovered over his throat and split in two.
Completely beyond all control of hers, one half of the magic made a ball that hovered over his heart and the other half formed into a ball which floated over his forehead. Sucking more of her power from her, the light moved closer so it hovered about an inch over his skin. The lights turned black and silver respectively, and then dove into him. One into his heart, the other into the spot just between the eyes which leads to the brain.
Gasping, Mandie felt herself tied to this strange man. She couldn’t have said how, or what effects this would have. All that she knew for the moment was that her energy and magic was being rapidly poured into this strange man. It weakened her at a rapid pace, fatiguing her beyond belief. She knew without a doubt that soon she would be in an almost catatonic state, if she didn’t do something about this leaking of power and energy. Only one thought came to her panicked mind at the moment, however, and she voiced it aloud hoping it could somehow help.
“Talking mushrooms. This is sooo not good.” Needless to say, her comment had no effect whatsoever, and she quickly passed out as her will to remain conscious was overpowered by her need to re-gain energy.
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