[Witch of Second Chances]
First mention (by name): 9.11 W
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Chapter | Text |
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| 9.11 W | The [Witch of Second Chances] felt uncertain with so many eyes upon her. She felt—off. This was no proper invitation, no rich meal. Yet the guest was pounding at the door and weeping. |
| 9.18 E | She looked at Erin’s face, and the [Witch of Second Chances] slowly raised her own trembling hands. She didn’t clap them together, but suddenly, her wet hands were burning. Burning with a strange fire that flickered out so fast Wiskeria thought she’d missed it. |
| 9.18 E | The [Witch of Second Chances] gulped hard. This was her mistake—and she feared Oliyaya was right. |
| 9.18 E | The [Witch of Second Chances] hesitated, but Wiskeria simply sheathed her knife. Then she sighed and stared into the rain at the distant, heaving, raging river. |
| 9.18 E | The [Innkeeper], not the [Witch of Second Chances]. She looked back and remembered their conversation on the rainy night as Erin began to realize what it was to be a [Witch]. And she looked forwards and saw it. |
| 9.18 E | The [Witch of Second Chances] watched, without running, as her friends skidded to a halt, as Gamel and the Thronebearers backed everyone off. They called out to her, but Erin just saw Wiskeria bending over a piece of metal still so hot it scorched her hands. |
| 9.18 E | The poor cloth Agratha had gifted her was long since eaten up by the wondrous flame. Wiskeria looked at Erin’s hat. A flaming hat, pointed and made of fire, was burning across Erin’s hair. The [Witch of Second Chances] felt at it—and the wonder burned brighter. Then she began to giggle and laugh. |
| 9.18 E | She left her hat behind. It sat on the tombstone, and Nanette felt light. She felt alive, and she saw the anxious [Witch of Second Chances], the [Magical Innkeeper], watching her. |
| Interlude – Relationships | The Level 14 [Witch of Second Chances] just stared at Lyonette. Her body was trembling, whether from exhaustion or anger or both, it was hard to say. |
| 9.20 | The [Witch of Second Chances] sat there. Empowered by the glowing Skills and class hovering over her head. But that was not what made Visophecin freeze. |
| 9.25 | “So says the [Witch of Second Chances].” |
| 9.30 | …Right now, the [Witch of Second Chances] had such a look of malignant rage and subdued fury on her face it looked like a rictus death-grin combined with a screaming warrior’s howl in the heat of battle. |
| 9.32 | Erin Solstice? Erin Solstice, Level 49 [Magical Innkeeper], Level 16 [Witch of Second Chances]—a really great class, by the way—Level 6 [Singer], and Level 2 [Warrior]? |
| 9.32 | The [Witch of Second Chances] winked one hazel eye, and Nanette bobbed her head respectfully. |
| Interlude – Brewing Sariants | [Witches] were pragmatic, and Erin didn’t feel like working on that kind of magic. She had another kind. She poured water into the cauldron, this time by levitating the bucket Mrsha had so painfully drawn from the well. As the water began to steam and bubble, Erin began whispering the Skills she had gained as a Level 17 [Witch of Second Chances]. |
| 9.55 (Pt. 2) | The [Innkeeper]’s hazel eyes were blazing with fire, and her hat was aflame. The [Witch of Second Chances] looked Tolveilouka in the eyes. |
| 9.58 O | He knew she was one. The [Witch of Second Chances] thought about it and came back with an answer in a few seconds. |
| 9.62 | A [Witch of Second Chances] sat in her inn, and the night had settled early. It was barely 7, and the skies were dark; the Floodplains were draped in a cloth made of blackness. |
| 9.62 | But the [Witch of Second Chances] was at work. She had not gone out to see the wagon Rhaldon was working with; she’d already got her fill of gravity shenanigans, and she couldn’t get into fun in the same way. |
| 9.62 | “I’m also something else. I am the [Witch of Second Chances]. And I offer many people second chances in different ways.” |
| 9.62 | Then the [Witch of Second Chances] turned. And her smile took in the entire inn. |
| 9.66 | This time, the bolt of lightning died after it barely left the inn, just splintered into nothingness. It was the third Erin had shot; Chaldion hadn’t even noticed the second. The Goddess of Death wished to speak and refused to let anything gainsay her. But the [Witch of Second Chances] was equal to that. |