a dagger of the mind
@schoolingcorrin
“All is well Mitama...deep breaths...remain calm and focused and it should be fine...”
The book laid out on the table next to her work was an illegible mess that she doubted anyone would expect from the young poet. Well. Perhaps a mess was to be expected, but not one of the written word variety. But that was what one would find if they were to take a look at Mitama’s notebook: an illegible mess that at times only barely made sense to her herself, with drawings and scribbled out words covering the margins.
It was a reflection, in a way, of Mitama’s own mind as she bit her lip and carefully traced the lines of the glyph before her with her eyes. She was not a fool to think herself beyond the feats of mortal men, but past experience with creating magical artifacts had given her some pause.
Father was not here to remedy her mistakes this time after all.
Mitama let out a slow, exhausted sigh. “I find myself surprised that more practitioners of the darker magic do not drop from the sheer stress of it all.” She grumbled out loud, anxiously swirling her brush between her fingers. This was foolish. It was a seminar! One that she had signed up for. And despite her natural talent for creating cursed magical items, there was no reason to assume it would happen again here and now. She just needed...just a moment.
“It is nothing more than a charm by another name, isn’t it? How tragic that Rhajat is not here to boast her prowess at this trade.” And perhaps take over to keep Mitama from unleashing something horrid on them all.
