Well, then, I’m finally here with a continuation of the story. This scene has been a killer, and I’ll tell you why: it’s the end of the year, and I’m tired. Really tired. Like I could use a week in bed tired. This has happened before, and will happen again, so there’s no point in going on about it, right? At least I got a good night’s sleep last night: I even went to bed early because I was crashing and burning hard.
Where am I, then? Well . . .
Almost seven hundred words last night, which is better for me given all the crap that’s happened this week. And that brings up to a point in the story where little transforming minions are about to strut their stuff . . .
(All excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Two: B For Bewitching, copyright 2015 by Cassidy Frazee)
Annie began the lesson. She explained how her skill in Minor Inanimate Change required her to be in contact with the object, but that she wasn’t limited to changing small objects: if the change wasn’t too extreme, she could change the color and texture of certain articles of clothing. She demonstrated by putting on a white lab coat and changing the color three times, from white to blue to aqua and finally yellow. She explained how, for her, visualization was the most important part of crafting, and that when see “saw” the how she wanted to object she was trying to change to look, she always “heightened” it in her mind’s eye. “When I change the colors, I don’t see them as you see them, I visualize them brighter and bolder than they’ll appear once the spell’s fully crafted.”
She started walking around the lab explaining how bright and bold colors and textures were easy to do once you developed the proper visualization techniques, and every thirty to forty seconds Annie would change the color or created minor texture changes. She admitted that texture was tough to do unless you understood how a particular material felt—and to drive home she point she changed the lab coat into a lovely creamy silk. “I own two pair of silk pajamas and several silk camisoles so this one is easy—” As she headed back to the front of the room she changed the coat back to simple white cotton. “But I don’t know wool, so trying to give this a wool texture would be difficult, if not impossible, for me.”
Once back in front of the class she changed back into her school jacket before heading into the second part of her discussion. “Smaller objects aren’t any easier to modify: if anything, it’s more important to pay attention to detail, because people tend to notice imperfections in tiny things.” She held up here right hand. “This morning I put clear lacquer on my nails because if you want to change something small that you’re also touching . . .” Her nails changed from their normal, non-painted color to a vivid red. “Fingernails are a good way to practice your crafting.”
Like before, while Annie walked around the room she changed her nail color once every minute. “The important thing here is to know the object well, and to see it in your memory many times larger than it is in real life. That way when you want to do things that are more intricate—” She stopped and closed her eyes while holding out her hands with her fingers spread wide. In seconds her nails changed from a light pink to a bright gold base that slowly developed into ombre gradient with dark silver tips. “You can let your creativity flow.”
I could never imagine Annie wearing anything wool right now, but silk? Oh, yeah. She that sort of girl–some might say a spoiled little rich girl, but she’s a lot more than that. Okay, so I did once call her a Bulgarian Pop Princess, but it was meant with love . . .
It probably took just over an hour to write that part above, mostly because I have to do my own visualization–just like my witches–when I’m writing. I play the scene out in my head like a movie, and I did that here, watching Annie walk around the lab, first in her Technicolor Labcoat before switching over to her lesson on nail care–and if we remember a few scenes from last year, she knows all about that. She’s always so assured and confident, thought Kerry knows it can slip away at times.
This is also good because you can see how fast Annie works as well. She’s not only crafting quickly, but while she’s doing other things. She can walk, chew gum, and lay the magic on you all at the same time, and her levelmates should take this hint seriously, because when she’s in the ring with you, she’s only gonna have one thing on her mind, and that’s kicking your ass. You’ll go down faster than the time it takes for her to do her nails.
Speaking of nails, the magical pretty she’s bringing gets the attention of a couple of people–
Linh Dam, Mórrígan student from Vietnam whose work space was adjacent to Emma’s raised her hand. “Can I see those?”
Annie shook her right hand as if she were drying the polish. “Certainly.” She strolled over and held out her hand for the girl to examine. “I like this one a lot, because I’m partial to metallic gold and silver polish.”
Linh closely examined Annie’s nails. “Wow, that’s fantastic. I do my own, but nothing as good as this.” She blushed. “Nothing with magic, either.”
Emma popped up out of her seat and leaned on the low wall of her cubical. “Can I see, too?”
Annie nodded. “Certainly.” She let Linh’s covenmate get a better look.
After a five second examination Emma sighed and leaned towards Linh. “I so want to learn this; then all I gotta do is buy top coat an I can change my nails as much as I like.”
Linh nodded as Annie stepped away from the girls. “Yes, I’d like to know that, too.” She looked towards Annie. “Can you do this without the top coat?”
“Well . . .” Annie slowly turned towards Kerry. “That would be a question for my fellow minion.”
Hummm . . . Emma wants to do her nails now. Nope, not what you think. After all, she’s gotta compete with the girl who just showed how fast she works, and Emma is not in her class. Not at all. At least Annie’s being nice to her. And giving them a lot of tips–
But the question that comes up now is, “What’s Kerry gonna show?” Well, I’m gonna show you tomorrow. I think. I should. Probably. No, really: I will.