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The universe is full of life. Planets, stars, even black holes are sentient, living organisms, capable of thought and emotion like any other creature. Celestials move through the galaxies capable of unimaginable feats, ancient and god-like power their birthright, while mortals can only pray they do not catch the attention of such beings. Laura “Leadfoot” is a young woman on a mission. Famous Celestials – including Jupiter and Mars – have vanished from the Sol System, and she feels it’s her duty to learn what happened to them. On an unfamiliar planet and being hunted by two of the most powerful individuals on it – one a Black Hole, the other the King of the Criminal Underworld – Leadfoot seeks sanctuary with a strange group of people who work for a Witch. This Witch claims to be able to grant any wish – for the right price.

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Dergtober Day 14: Scry

Darius and Honore aren't exactly noble of heart. Darius is a conniving Tundra taking refuge in the Stronghold under the guise of being a traveling merchant along with his wife, though really he just uses his charisma and charm to get access to the magical texts that the clan has to offer. Honore...well, she isn't as interested in keeping up appearances, and makes no secret of the fact that she's only here for her husband's power...once he gets it, of course.

“You’re smiling. Did you sort out whatever it was you were looking for in that mountain of paper finally?”

Silvaineaux frowned very briefly at the reminder of his pile of papers. “No. I gave up on some of it instead. At least for the time being.” Doubtless it would be back to trouble his thoughts later.

Honore raised his eyebrows. “So why are you smiling?”

“I had a pleasant dream for a change last night.” Silvaineaux said, tossing another forkful of fresh straw into the stall. 

Honore took a step back, well clear of the resulting shower of dust, pleasant scented though it was. “Are you going to tell me about it?”

Silvaineaux glanced up from spreading the straw. “Which, the dream or the paper thing?”

“Honestly, either one.” Honore said.

“Oh.” Silvaineaux grinned. “No.”

Honore stared at him for a moment then stepped forward again. Very deliberately he reached into the cart, picked up the biggest double handful of straw he could manage and tossed it at his head. “I hate it when you’re mysterious.”

Silvaineaux shook his head violently, trying to sputter straw and dust out of his eyes and mouth while still maintaining some semblance of dignity. It was a losing battle. He growled, and spat a bit of straw at his brother’s feet. With equal deliberation he stepped out of the stall he’d been working at propped the pitchfork carefully far out of the way, then grabbed his brother by the belt and by the shoulder of his nice coat and pitched him gently into the straw. “That wasn’t mysterious, was it?”

Honore laughed. “No. Very straightforward. I think you’ve wrecked my hat, though.”

“You’ll get a new hat.” Silvaineaux said, flopping down in the straw next to him with a chuckle. “Get something with huge feathers. Peacock ones or something.” 

“Garish.” Honore laughed. “Lord Mieux will be on cloud nine.”