Art post!

Jul. 26th, 2012 05:09 pm
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The paintings I did for my Animal Drawing class final.

Pictures! )

It took me about a week and a half to do all of these. Whoosh.
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Bird in bath pictures.

CAN YOU STAND THE CUTE!?

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Pictures

Apr. 23rd, 2012 10:29 pm
kippurbird: (white tit head tilt)
Things that are ineffably cute that I saw these past couple of days.

pictures )
kippurbird: (Parakeet crossing)
Chapter Eight: The Price of Power.

Hey, so remember Emo-Chicken? Apparently Paolini does because Nasuada is finally taking off the bandages for those cuts. She hasn't looked at the cuts since they were first bandaged because they were so horrid. Since winning the Trial of the Long Knives, she had refused to look at her wounds; they had appeared so horrendous when fresh, she could not bear to see them again until they were nearly healed.

So basically it's been at least a month since Emo-Chicken happened. Since that time she's kept her arms bandaged. Which isn't healthy. She should be letting them out in the air - or so my grandfather the doctor said - as soon as they weren't doing anything nasty and likely to get infected. Keeping them bandaged like that is likely going to make it take even longer to heal.

This is also a bit of ridiculous vanity on her part. But I'll get to that in a moment.

(Read More Here)

In the mean time, we bought another parakeet.

Well, my mom and I did. We were at the art store buying frames. Across the parking lot is a Petco. We went over to oogle the birds.

We bird oogled and my mom says "Should we buy one?"

I said we should.

So we bought the parakeet.

As the guy was trying to catch the bird we wanted, my brother called. He wanted to know where we were. My mom told him we were in the pet store. He wanted to know if there were birds there. She said there were. She failed to mention that one of them was coming home with us.

When we got home we almost managed to get the bird into the cage without my brother realizing it. The silly thing had to slip out of my grasp and go running around the floor squawking. My dad wasn't home at the time.

We got the bird in the cage just as my dad was pulling up in the car.

He has yet to notice the bird.

He's walked past the bird four times when I left and hadn't noticed.

Oh well.


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kippurbird: (Parakeet Chirrup)
Well.

Today sucked.

We had to put Patriot, our parakeet, to sleep.

Ever since we've had him he'd been a sick little birdy. First he had mites and then he just never really got better. He was always throwing up his food and he lost a lot of weight. A few grams but that's a lot on a little bird.

We took him to the vet about a little over a week ago. And the Vet looked worried. She told us to do somethings and if he got better good, if not call her. Since we're going on vacation for five days starting on Wednesday, my mom wanted to get him checked out one last time - and have him boarded at the vet.

The vet looked him over and said that he wasn't getting better. He was just chronically ill and he could die while we were gone, pining away for us. Even then he would always just be sick, sleeping all the time. There was no way to really know how to fix him and she couldn't take blood samples because he's so little.

So my mom decided the best thing to do was to put him to sleep.

I got that as a text while I was at work.

Yeah. That made work hard today.
kippurbird: (:D)
I'm at my parent's house and the birdy is listening to the Beatles and chirruping along. I started singing 'A Hard Day's Night' which I shall admit was done enthusiastically if not in tune (Funnily enough I had a dream last night when I was in a piano class for some reason...) while making breakfast and he sang along with me except in the parts where he squawked at me for hitting the wrong notes. So, I've put on the Beatles for him to listen to and he's enjoying it. A few songs he's listened to quietly, but the more bouncy ones he bobs and bounces and chirrups to.

He's got good taste.

Yesterday we went to services at Chabad for Sukkot. While having lunch in the Sukkah I started talking to this guy who works in the TV industry as a writer type person. He's being story editor now for a mid-season replacement for Sony.

I introduced him to the concept of fan fiction.

He was flabbergasted.

At first he thought I meant that the fans were writing scripts on speculation. I managed to dissuade him of this notion and I don't think he could figure out why someone would write fan fiction. He couldn't wrap his mind around it, thinking it was crazy. I told him to google fan fiction and see what comes up.





I really hope he doesn't.

It might break his poor brain.

Birdy!

Aug. 9th, 2010 10:19 am
kippurbird: (Parakeet crossing)
Cute budgie story.

Our new bird is an odd one. We haven't managed to finger train him yet. Well, he'll sit on our fingers inside of the cage, but we can't bring him out on our finger. Instead, what he likes to do is, we open up the cage door when we're at the worktable working on our laptops and he goes on his, what I like to call, constitutionals around the living room and play room floors. He sometimes likes us to chase him and play hide and go seek under the couches. When we do need to get him back into the cage we chase him with a towel and drop it on him. He doesn't squawk or complain one bit. It's all part of the game.

Recently we attached a rope to the cage so he can climb up when he wants to go back in. It took him a while to figure it out, but he's got it.

In fact the other day, when my mom was working and he was out and about, she saw him climb up into his cage, take a bit to eat and then go back out for more running around.

I don't know what he does when he's running about, but clearly he enjoys it a lot more than hanging out with us.
kippurbird: (white tit head tilt)
First, I think our new bird thinks he's a bat.

We got home Monday night from a family dinner and before going back off to my place, I stopped in to say good bye to the bird. He was hanging upside down from the roof of his cage giving me a "what?" look. And he hung there for a good minute too. He's getting tamer. We can have him sit on our fingers for a few seconds inside his cage.


Yesterday was nice. The university had employee recognition day at the Brandies Campus. Which is a huge place with two summer camps in it and loads and loads of acres. There was folk dancing and all sorts of activities.

I got to go horseback riding. My horse was an ornery one which I got to ride since I had some experience. At one point he decided that trying to attack the horse behind him was a good idea. A very scary moment! As I've never had to deal with a horse who did that before. He bucked and started to spin, but I managed to keep him under control. The trail leaders said I did a good job and they were impressed. ^_^

The big thing though was I got my Ten Years of Service award. It was a very nice pin. Bossman had to present it to me and say wonderful things about me. This is three weeks after I got called in to HR and told I was a horrible person.

However, it's gotten me thinking. I've been with this university, as a student and an employee for about half my life. Maybe a little more. Which is weird feeling for me.
kippurbird: (Parakeet crossing)
So the bird likes the Doctor Who theme song. This is a good sign I think.

He does this weird thing where he twists his head around so that it's nearly touching his back. I've never seen a bird do that before.


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kippurbird: (Parakeet crossing)
We've got a name for the new birdy: Patriot.

Since we got him on Memorial Day, you see?

We're going to call him birdy anyway.

He got to go to the vet today to get that band off of his leg and make sure he's healthy. He's got mites. Which requires injections for a while until they're gone. We're glad we caught that.

They've got a nice insurance like thing at the vet we went to. 100 dollars gets us a bird exam, a PCV, stool test, two wing clippings, three nail trims and two beak trims. Plus $250 half off of medical stuff. So if we get it, the injections will be half off until we use up the $250 and then it'll be %10 off.

Not a bad deal. We'll probably get that the next time we go in for his injections.

They have a similar plan for cats that includes all their vaccinations.

Thus ends our birdy update.



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kippurbird: (:D)
We can has bird?

Yes we can!

pictures later.



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kippurbird: (Parakeet Chirrup)
We're getting a new parakeet for my mother's birthday. She's been saying that she misses having a bird around. So I finally convinced her that yes, a new parakeet would be a good thing to get.

Yay!

I have to bleach out the cages first; they've been sitting outside for over a year with other birds and squirrels hanging out on them.



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kippurbird: (Parakeet crossing)
Dad made mom stop and look at the parakeets yesterday when they went to the post office.

I asked if she liked any of them.

She said there was one.
kippurbird: (Parakeet crossing)
Thanks to everyone who offered their condolences. It's been kinda weird/hard. My dad's been playing that video of him walking the bird a lot. I was talking with my mom this morning and started to ask what was the bird doing. And I didn't hear the bird chirruping in the background like he usually does for the morning calls. The house is just quieter.

Though I have a feeling this won't last for long. It'll be too lonely for my parents who are used to having him around.
kippurbird: (Not afraid of the night)
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We put Pepper to sleep today. He'd been sick for a while and the past couple of weeks he just got really bad. He lost a lot of weight he was pratically skin and bones- and the vet said he had no muscle left. He wasn't singing or anything, just sleeping all the time.

We got Pepper around the time the Two Towers came out (so that was around 2001?) and I wanted to name him Pippin, but I got over-ruled. As he was a green I suggested Pepper. My mom wanted to name him Birdy.

Pepper was a very playful bird in that he liked playing games with us. Most of the time it was 'catch me'. He loved being with my dad, sitting with him while my dad worked on his computer and following him around the house. He always got excited when my dad got home from the gym and if he had a choice, he would go with my dad.

He was just always there, I guess, always a part of the conversation and the family. Always chirruping his opinion on matters. He learned how to mimic the crows in our neighborhood as well as the mocking birds, his voice was just to high pitch to do the crows properly, so it was funny.

One of the biggest problems was that my mom kept on trying to train him not to do things and my dad wouldn't enforce it. Pepper got very smug at times because of said spoilage.

Pepper was a perfectly charming and lovely obnoxious critter and a definite member of the family.





I hope he's happy now with our other birds and that we'll see him again.
kippurbird: (opera)
Things that suck:

My tendinitis acting up.

The parakeet wouldn't let me give him his antibiotics this morning because someone my dad opened his cage in the morning and he's feeling well enough to be a slippery little bugger.

I woke up with a stiff neck and cannot turn my head at all. Making typing hard. Making everything hard. Also had to have brother drive me into work today because I can't turn my neck to see and change lanes.
kippurbird: (Please Stand By)
I was at Borders on Sunday and convinced a guy with a large stack of books he did not want to buy Twilight. Yay me!

Sunday, also on, I was helping clean out the fridge for Passover. I had one of the glass shelves, the glass piece, in the sink and all of a sudden it shattered. Just broke into thousands of little tiny pieces. I found myself completely surrounded by glass and only have one tiny scratch on my arm to show for it. I am so lucky. I don't know what happened or how it happened. I didn't hit it against anything or I don't know what. It was the third shelf too, and the other two are just fine. Rather scary for me, but I'm thankful I wasn't injured worse.

Yesterday I had to take the parakeet to the vet. He's not feeling very well. All poofed up and not at all his perky little self. He's found a nice spot actually to keep warm. It's in my dad's den next to his network things. They're radiating all sorts of heat. Plus he's near my dad who is his favorite person in the family.

I ended up buying the Jedi cloak. >.> They were out of the bag of holding.
kippurbird: (Parakeet crossing)
So, I figured out why the previous chapter was called "Intersecting Sagas". Those two women are off on their own saga and they've run into Eragon who is in his own saga. Of course with the chapter title "Intersecting Sagas" and the "will change the fate of the world blah blah blah" it's hit over our heads like a ton of bricks. Which really isn't the way to go about it. It should be done in a subtle way where we are introduced to these characters, get a hint of what they might be doing and how it might change the fate of the world, and then move on. That would leave us to wonder what they might be up to. Of course introducing them would be the problem. Perhaps, thinking about my own things, it would be best for them to be there for a chapter or two, helping the Varden out with something and then moving on.

Interestingly, and I say this in regards to what happens next, they aren't admonished for not staying and helping the Varden in their fight against Evil.

And here is what happens next:

Making Amends.

Angela, Eragon and Saphira arrive at Nasuada's tent, Saphira sticking her head inside of it and Eragon and Angela taking chairs. Nasuada says they're late, they apologize. Also in the tent are Elva and her caretaker.

Nasuada then gives an impassioned speech full of arguments on why Elva shouldn't have Eragon take away her abilities appealing to her noble sentiments and the fact that the fate of the entire land was at stake.

Do you know how I know this? Paolini tells me so.

Along with Angela, Eragon made his apologies for their tardiness, and then he listened as Nasuada explained to Elva the value of her abilities to the Varden—As if she doesn’t already know,Eragon commented to Saphira—and entreated her to release Eragon from his promise to try to undo the effects of his blessing. She said she understood that what she was asking of Elva was difficult, but the fate of the entire land was at stake, and was it not worth sacrificing one’s own comfort to help rescue Alagaësia from Galbatorix’s evil clutches? It was a magnificent speech: eloquent, impassioned, and full of arguments intended to appeal to Elva’s more noble sentiments.


This is a constant failing of Paolini's writing. He tells us people make great speeches but we never see these speeches. Likely this is because he doesn't know how to write the great speeches to make the arguments that Nasuada is making. It is an exceptionally tough thing to write. After all she's basically asking a child not even two years old to suffer unbearable torture for who knows how many years, torture that could possibly kill her because for some reason being able to sense other people's pain is useful.

Just a wee bit sadistic of her.

Thankfully, Elva says no.

Unfortunately, this shocks everyone.

Elva makes a magnificent speech on why she's refusing and this time we actually get to see the speech.

Transferring her unblinking gaze from one person to the next, she elaborated: “Eragon, Angela, you both know what it is like to share someone’s thoughts and emotions as they die. You know how horrible, how wrenching it is, how it feels as if part of yourself has vanished forever. And that is only from the death of one person. Neither of you has to endure the experience unless you want to, whereas I . . . I have no choice but to share them all. I feel every death around me. Even now I can feel the life ebbing out of Sefton, one of your swordsmen, Nasuada, who was wounded on the Burning Plains, and I know what words I could say to him that would lessen his terror of obliteration. His fear is so great, oh, it makes me tremble!” With an incoherent cry, she cast up her arms before her face, as if to ward off a blow. Then: “Ah, he has gone. But there are others. There are always others. The line of dead never ends.” The bitter mocking quality of her voice intensified, a travesty of a child’s normal speech. “Do you truly understand, Nasuada, Lady Nightstalker . . . She Who Would Be
Queen of the World? Do you truly understand? I am privy to all of the agony around me, whether
physical or mental. I feel it as if it were my own, and Eragon’s magic drives me to alleviate the discomfort of those who suffer, regardless of the cost to myself. And if I resist the urge, as I am this very moment, my body rebels against me: my stomach turns acid, my head throbs as if a dwarf is hammering on it, and I find it hard to move, much less think. Is this what you would wish on me, Nasuada?

“Night and day I have no respite from the pain of the world. Since Eragon blessed me, I have known nothing but hurt and fear, never happiness or pleasure. The lighter side of life, the things that make this existence bearable, these are denied me. Never do I see them. Never do I share in them. Only darkness. Only the combined misery of all the men, women, and children within a mile, battering at me like a midnight storm. This blessing has deprived me of the opportunity to be like other children. It has forced my body to mature faster than normal, and my mind even faster still. Eragon may be able to remove this ghastly ability of mine and the compulsion that accompanies it, but he cannot return me to what I was, nor what I should be, not without destroying who I have become. I am a freak, neither a child nor an adult,
forever doomed to stand apart. I am not blind, you know. I see how you recoil when you hear me
speak.” She shook her head. “No, this is too much to ask of me. I will not continue like this for the sake of you, Nasuada, nor the Varden, nor the whole of Alagaësia, nor even for my dear mother, were she still alive today. It is not worth it, not for anything. I could go live by myself, so that I would be free of other people’s afflictions, but I do not want to live like that. No, the only solution is for Eragon to attempt to correct his mistake.” Her lips curved in a sly smile. “And if you disagree with me, if you think I am being stupid and selfish, why, then, you would do well to remember that I am hardly more than a swaddling babe and have yet to celebrate my second birthday. Only fools expect an infant to martyr herself for the greater good. But infant or not, I have made my decision, and nothing you can say will convince me otherwise. In this, I am as iron.”


A long speech, but this is well written, if a bit over blown at times. Though since Nasuada seems to be intent on keeping her like this, it may have to be to make the impression she needs. She is realistically bitter about what happened to her and realistically wants it to go away. Her reasons are sound. No one should expect an infant to do what she does. Her life is ruined and Nasuada insisting that she stay like this makes her just as selfish as Elva is supposed to be.

Nasuada reasons with her further. I know this because Paolini tells me so. Nasuada reasoned with her further, but as Elva had promised, it proved to be a futile prospect. Honestly, I can't think of a single reason after hearing that why she should keep her blessing. Of course I don't know why she should keep it in the first place. Again, Nasuada is being selfish and sadistic. So she asks Angela and Eragon to try and help her.

Angela refuses (yay) saying that it's Elva's choice and she shouldn't be harried. Eragon does not (boo).

Eragon was of a similar opinion, but he consented to say, “Elva, I cannot tell you what you should do—only you can determine that—but do not reject Nasuada’s request out of hand. She is trying to save us all from Galbatorix, and she needs our support if we are to have any chance of success. The future is hidden to me, but I believe that your ability might be the perfect weapon against Galbatorix. You could predict his every attack. You could tell us exactly how to counteract his wards. And above all else, you would be able to sense where Galbatorix is vulnerable, where he is most weak, and what we could do to hurt him.”


I'm not sure how she could predict his every attack as he just sits around in his castle (I'm assuming it's a castle) and Elva can only sense pain out for a mile. And what could would it do? How does it help predicting his attacks. Besides! Her thing is that she wants to protect people from pain! So she'd do what she had to do to protect him from pain too! If anything she's a liability.

I think she should go over to Galby's side. He doesn't seem to the sadistic sort. At least... well...I dunno.

ANYWAY, Elva tells him STFU.

Eragon is all don't be hasty!

And I'm all she's had months to think about this! Eragon promised to fix her anyway! Is he a promise breaker now because he thinks it would be more convenient to keep her like that? It maybe easier, but sometimes hard choices must be made and you need to cut off something which could be useful.

I just sounded like a politician there. *shakes NPR out of head*

Saphira asks what's in her heart. Elva responds I already said it.

Nasuada is cranky about it. She said, “I do not agree with your choice, Elva, but we will abide by it, for it is obvious that we cannot sway you. I suppose I cannot fault you, as I have no experience with the suffering you are exposed to on a daily basis, and if I were in your position, it is possible I would act no differently.

Possible? POSSIBLE?! Elva has said she is in mortal agony every second of every moment of every day. It's not emo chicken here, it's living torture. This here clinches the fact that Nasuada has no empathy for other people. She can't imagine living with that sort of pain, but she says she has no experience. Only if she her self experienced it would she be able to understand. She can't put herself in Elva's position. And even if she was in her position she doesn't know if she'd feel the same thing.

Eragon then proceeds to tell Elva the two ways that the spell can be fixed/removed. Angela interrupts him a lot.

The two ways are to remove the spell.

“[The magician] opens himself to the flow of energy within his body and, speaking in the ancient language, recants not only the words of his spell but also the intention behind it.This can be quite difficult, as you might imagine. Unless the magician has the right intent, he will end up altering the original spell instead of lifting it. And then he would have to unsay two intertwined spells.

“The other method is to cast a spell that directly counteracts the effects of the original spell. It does not eliminate the original spell, but if done properly, it renders it harmless. With your permission, this is the method I intend to use.”


Both are basically he needs to get his shit right. I'm not sure what would be more difficult really. However, I think that Eragon chooses the wrong one, for this reason: Elva has to be the source of energy to keep the second spell running.

Eragon kept his gaze fixed on Elva. “The energy will have to come from you,” he told her, pressing her hands with his. “It won’t be much, but it will still reduce your stamina by a certain amount. If I do this, you will never be able to run as far or lift as many pieces of firewood as someone who does not have a similar incantation leeching off them.”


So, now that he's made her a freak he's also going to impair her ability to do stuff. Oh yeah, real good. He can't be the energy source because if he's too far away it'll be to hard to send her energy and it might kill him. He should have tried method A, getting rid of it all together. Alas, he does not.

Elva agrees. And Eragon says if it doesn't work, he'll try again. Looking at the two counterspell methods, both of them, if Eragon fails, will end up with Elva having a second spell on her, except the first method doesn't seem to need to feed off of her. And it makes you wonder why Eragon wouldn't have the right intent?

Nice guy.

Eragon proceeds with his counterspell.


When she dipped her chin again, Eragon took a deep breath, readying himself. His eyes half closed from the strength of his concentration, he began to speak in the ancient language. Each word fell from his tongue with the weight of a hammer blow. He was careful to enunciate every syllable, every sound that was foreign to his own language, so as to avoid a potentially tragic mishap. The counterspell was burned into his memory. He had spent many hours during his trip from Helgrind inventing it, agonizing over it,challenging himself to devise better alternatives, all in anticipation of the day he would attempt to atone for
the harm he had caused Elva. As he spoke, Saphira channeled her strength into him, and he felt her supporting him and watching closely, ready to intervene if she saw in his mind that he was about to mangle the incantation. The counterspell was very long and very complicated, for he had sought to address every reasonable interpretation of his blessing. As a result, a full five minutes passed before Eragon uttered the last sentence, word, and then syllable.


I wonder how long it took to cure that woman of cancer? And how long it took him to come up with that spell. I would think "Undo the spell I placed on Elva" would be good enough. But that's just me. This is one of those weird points in the magic continuity. The one word "brisingr" can cause all sorts of magical effects regarding fire and there appears to be one word for healing, and it's all controlled at the magician's intent. Many of the spells appear to be one word only, like the one for raising the stone. And yet here it requires multiple sentences to cast. I would think something like "repair damage" would be sufficient if Eragon is focused on what the damage he wishes to repair. The paragraph sounds really cool though.

Which is one of the big failings of the series. Continuity is sacrificed on the altar of coolness.

The carefully worded spell of Eragon's doesn't appear to have drained him at all. Nor does it appear to have worked. Elva can still feel other people's pain. Eragon starts to think of another spell to use when she tells him not to.

Paolini seems to enjoy, also, coming up with horrible descriptions for Elva's body parts. In this case it's her teeth, An ecstatic glow seemed to emanate from Elva. Her round, pearl like teeth gleamed as she smiled, her eyes flashing with triumphant joy. “No, don’t try again.” I'm seeing a mouth full of pearls here. Not working as teeth.

Anyway, Elva doesn't want Eragon to try again because she can ignore the people's pain. She doesn't feel the compulsion to help them any more. And since she can do that, she can learn to block the pain and won't need another spell to continue to feed off her.

And then she says this:

Elva’s eyes glowed with unsavory glee. “I will never be like ordinary people. If I must be different, then let me keep that which sets me apart. As long as I can control this power, as it seems I now can, I have no objection to carrying this burden, for it shall be by my choice and not forced upon me by your magic, Eragon. Ha! From now on, I shall answer to no one and no thing. If I help anyone, it will be because I want to. If I serve the Varden, it will be because my conscience tells me I should and not because you ask me to, Nasuada, or because I’ll throw up if I don’t. I will do as I please, and woe unto those who oppose me, for I know all their fears and shall not hesitate to play upon them in order to fulfill my wishes.”


What she's saying is this, "I have my free will back and now I have the ability to help people because I want to not because I have to."

This is apparently a bad thing.

Eragon decides that it's an abuse of her power to want to do what she wants and so moves to remove it. Elva stops him. She even calls him on the fact that what he was going to do was wrong because he was doing it without her permission.

In a voice like warm honey, she said, “Eragon, cease. If you cast that spell, you will hurt me as you hurt me once before. You do not want that. Every night when you lay yourself down to sleep, you will think of me, and the memory of the wrong you have committed will torment you. What you were about to do was evil, Eragon. Are you the judge of the world? Will you condemn me in the absence of wrongdoing merely because you do not approve of me? That way lies the depraved pleasure of controlling others for your own satisfaction. Galbatorix would approve.”


BWAHAHAHAHAA... too late. See Sloan.

This however She released him then, but Eragon was too troubled to move. She had struck at his very core, and he had no counterarguments with which to defend himself, for her questions and observations were the very ones he directed at himself. Her understanding of him sent a chill crawling down his spine.

I have yet to see these questions and arguments directed at himself. Srsly.

Elva leaves after saying she doesn't know if she likes or hates Eragon, but she does like Saphira and considers her a friend.

Eragon is troubled because of the monster he's created. Yes, the word monster is used. Because he gave her back her free will and now she may not like him. If she doesn't like him then she is Evil.

Angela is pissed off and smacks Eragon good. As she is taking upon herself the duty to teach Elva some manners for the next decade. He wants to know how she'll do this without Elva making with her "I know what your weakness is". Angela indicates that it's a spell, but other than that refuses to say more.

And with that, she too leaves.


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