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Magic Box, Monday.

Surreal actually had two classes this semester she really really liked, and one that was just fine. For once, she was happy with all Sadi's choices.

She was going to spend this shift drawing out a detailed diagram for Professor Lannister's class - and for her own review - showing how different Courts, Territories, and towns worked with the Blood system, and then what she knew of the Landen systems on another parchment.

If someone came in, well, the witch was around. But she was finally putting all those art classes to good use.

[OOC: Open shop & OCD-freeeee!]

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Cara, on the other hand, had no classes, and no, as far as she was concerned assisting the pink pony did not count. This excess of free time could only end well.

Or in today's case, exploring all the shops she'd never felt the need to enter in the two years she'd been on the island. Again, only good things could come of this.

Surreal glanced up as the door opened, and didn't bother to hide her grin. "What? Not keeping busy enough with the pony that you have to pester working girls?"

Oh yes, she'd heard through the grapevine what class Cara was assisting with, and thought it utterly hilarious.

It was probably a good thing that Cara had been looking for distraction rather than sympathy, as it was there was just the fainted air of ~~sulking~~ wounded dignity about her. "As it happens, I'm not. Of course, I can always leave if I'm bothering you."

Surreal gave a snort of amusement. "No bother," she promised, gesturing around the shop. "It isn't as if I've got lines of customers wanting hensbane."

"I noticed." Cara glanced around the shop. "Part of me is surprised you haven't got more dabblers trying to accidentally poison themselves."

Not that Cara had opinions amateurs plus magic or anything.

"I don't sell to morons," Surreal answered bluntly. "First week of new kids I put everything potentially dangerous out-of-reach for your typical person. I personally don't care if they poison themselves, but it's bad for business if word gets out."

"Smart policy," Cara said, smirking. "It's the ones who think they're not morons you have to watch for, it's not enough to take themselves out, they have to leave a mess behind them for others to clean up."

Like deciding to play around with making confessors and getting Mord'Sith con'dar-ed, Giller.

"I don't think Tara stocks anything really dangerous," Surreal mused, "At least, nothing you can blow up the dorms with by accident."

"So you're saying you could do it on purpose?" Cara, don't sound so eager.

Surreal, don't smile that way, it frightens people.

"Hell, sugar, I don't need brimstone to bring down a building," Surreal practically purred, letting a little ball of witchlight spin into being above her fingertips. "But it is more fun that way..."

Yeah, fear wasn't really Cara's reaction there.

Ignoring the reflexive prickling in her hands, she watched the witchlight. "I can imagine."

Surreal closed her fingers over the licking flames, extinguishing them. "Any one of the Blood can use Craft destructively," she explained, almost scornfully. "I've never practiced with it so much before coming here; I like doing things by hand."

"Like my knives in my hands, rather than using magic."

Cara approved of women with knives. Huge shock there. "And a knife can't be turned back against you like magic could." She supposed you could argue the same was true of daggers (or even agiels), but anyone trying that actually had come within striking range.

"Well, a blade can be turned against you," Surreal mused, "--but that's when it gets interesting."

"Still, I suspect I'd have more trouble with the one than the other." Note that she wasn't saying that it would be impossible, just harder.

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