Three Mistakes

[indirectcause]

[The journal is suddenly filled with a lot of crashing, banging and smashing. As if looters have entered one of the rooms and decided to just tear the place apart instead. There are a couple of panicked yells, before Ben manages to make a flying dive under his bed, taking his journal with him]

What the fuck is going on now? Why the hell is my furniture attacking me? [Another loud smash] Jesus! How do you stop it?

Comments

[indirectcause]

Really? She's got powers, too?

[bronwe]

I have been told thus. [ And there was the mirror and other things he can't quite describe. ]

I think her magic is more like the moon or the stars, instead of fireworks, they burn just as bright and perhaps a thousand times mightier but you don't notice them until they are gone.

[indirectcause]

[...What does that even mean Frodo?]

So...it's magic you don't...see?

[bronwe]

[ Dammit Ben, he was being all poetic and shit. ]

Magic you don't quite perceive. That you take for granted, perhaps.

[indirectcause]

[Poetry's for girls :|]

Oh...kay? Not quite sure how that works, but ok.

[bronwe]

[ Girls and hobbits. ]

When you meet her, you will see for yourself.

[indirectcause]

I guess I will.