Thread: The Beast Within (Lano and Retro)

Amben could tell he had put his foot in it when he handed her the cup. Then he realized that to other people her abilities might not be so wondrous, but a cause for fear and suspicion. He was such an idiot. She apparently was having problems fitting in, though why anyone would want to fit in with the commonplace, he could never fathom. He enjoyed the differences. He knew that the blood would help quench the wild desires she must be feeling. Then it hit him, did SHE know? But the altercation with the bully drew his mind from that thought... And SHE stepped in, dousing the brute. He was obviously a little bit afraid of her...smarter boy that Amben had first thought. But his worthless followers were watching, the fool had to push back...and then Morgause would crush him...but would expose herself to ridicule. Unusual anger flared within him, and he understood what his professor had been trying to tell him. For the sake of reputation, one may have to crush some toes. Fire lanced from his fingers to burn the bully in his chest, privates and nose. He stumbled back screaming. He would blister, but not likely be scarred. Then Amben's hand erupted in blue flames that swirled upwards. Truf, I have too long permitted you to disrespect me. Today you have disrespected my office. You are going to leave. Anyone who acts like you will leave the Barony, or I will do so. much. more. He strode right up to the horrified large man and the heat from his hand near the existing burns made the bully wince. That is all. You will go. Or I will make no promise to dole out such a small punishment next time, for you are not just an idiot, but a fool as the Lady Morgause so fairly revealed. He turned his back to the man, and just as he was about to strike from behind, Amben's hair seemed to part and an eye in the back opened, glowing at him. Do you so much wish to die? For I would not kill you, but I would remove your hands and feet...with fire. It was a good illusion, well convincing. The bully began to ran and was not seen again. He stepped up to Morgause, speaking in a loud enough tone that those around could hear it. I thank you for holding my spell component Lady. Though it was not the intent I had for it, it was well used, and well said. Thank you for stepping up and reminding me of my duties as Magician, both to you and to the town. I am, of course, your humble servant. There were some starts and worried expressions around the area. Their pet magician? Violent and powerful when he wished...and placing himself at the service of the Rogue witch... Well, they were both magikers...mayhap he was training her and making sure she behaved herself. One called out to her. Mistress, can you brew a love potion? Amben's head snapped around. You dare ask such a question? Whether she could or not, it is illegal! And she is above such things. Get from my sight, before I report you! This is no Gypsy to kowtow to your petty requests, but a lady of abilities, even if most are too foolish to understand true value when it smacks them in the face. He turned back to her. I apologize for answering in your turn, but as Magician, I must regulate magical violations. Would you be so kind as to permit me to walk with you? I have many questions about the Barony...and you might have a few for me... His voice pitched lower. ...perhaps about the internal regulation and control of abilities that want out. Only she could have heard the last, and his face was so earnestly helpful, and...shy...