#witch quest

And while I'm pondering on divinations I would like or need to carry out

I've enchanted two pairs of my spectacles with a simple clockwise wiping of lenses and a chant for relaxing eye muscles and improving sight

It’s finally released, up to the end of the Dila Island Arc

Couple of known bugs here

There’s not actually an exit from the main temple on Dila Island, you have to complete the inner sanctum and get the item, and that exit will put you outside of the temple. Since there is a workaround, I’ll fix this in 1.1.x

Alice learns holy, but she doesn’t, really, because of the way I labelled skills in the engine. Since there’s no battles, I’ll fix this in 1.1.x

A couple of the purity statues aren’t working, but purity is still so trivial, it’s annoying. I’ll try and retune purity again in 1.1.x

Wesley allowed himself to be herded out and to give his sister and her familiar their space. Jana returned, for the second time that afternoon, to her school work, and Kitty moved down onto the bed for, in her opinion, a well-deserved sun-soaked nap. All was still again, except for the scratching and tapping of a pen and one more interruption. “Bird would’ve been better.”

“Bird.” Kitty said, sitting on the window ledge. “Would make good snack.” Jana glanced up from her school work and sure enough, there was a plump looking sparrow on the tree outside. “Kitty, if you’re hungry, your food bowl is right here.” “Don’t want that. Want bird.”

Behemias: Thanks, Mom... Why is everyone staring at me?

Estevot: You just called me mom; you said. 'thanks, mom.'

Behemias: What? No, I didn't. I said, 'thanks, man.'

Estevot: Do you see me as a mother figure, Behemias?

Behemias: No, if anything, I see you as a bother figure, 'cause you're always bothering me.

i have at least four last line tags from @danafaithwriting and one more from @starkrevolution and i promise i will get to that in time but in the meanwhile, have this. it feels so invigorating to be writing again!

Three months ago, on the heels of his one hundred twenty eighth Foundling Day, Behemias ran away from the only place he had known all his life, and the only true family he had, with nothing more than a prepacked bag and the clothes on his back.