It was growing on Rjar. The badger, that is. So much so that he was actually considering naming the little guy. At least, he assumed he was a guy. There wasn’t really a guidebook on spectral animals. Actually, there probably was, it just hadn’t found its way to the witches grasp yet. But what would you name something that you know so little about; including whether or not it will stick around for the long term.
Regardless of whether the spectre would stick around or not, Rjar began racking his brain for names. It would be easier to call it something other than “badger” or “annoying little shit.” Though the second name had somewhat fell into obscurity as of late.
”Tadg,” the caster said aloud, his dark eyes falling on the badger. ”Does that name suit you?”
The badger began flitting around excitedly; soft noises echoing from its presence. Apparently the name was approved.
”Tadg it is!” The witch could not help to smile at his companion. Not the rehearsed smile that could find enough light to sparkle even in the darkest of caves, but a genuine one. It had been quite some time since he felt this level of joy in the absence of darkness. Who would have thought that all that it would take is a badger showing up and refusing to leave him alone?
The enchanter helped the badger, or Tadg rather, up to his shoulder as his feet fell on the gravel paths of Zet’ski cradle. The cradle was as impressive as ever; stained glass highlighting colors in the granite that would be otherwise missed. It was no wonder that this place was named “cradle.” Something wondrous was born every time he saw it.
It was true that he had only seen it once in person, but he had studied sketches of the area a million times as a child. It was a fascination that never really went away. In all reality, it was quite interesting that he worked in the blackest of magicks, but was still infatuated with the colorful workings of light in this town. He couldn’t help but chuckle despite himself.
He made his way through the city; smiling in trained response at the people that he happened to pass in the streets, muttering polite small talk, and taking as many mental images as he thought he could contain. He felt like a tourist, and almost let himself fall prey to the site seeing urges that moved through his body, but quickly reminded himself why he was here. He needed to get to the bottom of the magickal irregularity. It had been too long since he had been able to cast without fear of backlash. And despite the explanation from Zanar, it was an obligation to himself to verify the causation.
He glanced around at the people treading the pathways of the city and wondered how he could get rid of them; not necessarily in the dead way, but that could work too. He had worked out a ritual to ground himself to the land and feel for the irregularity. Though, admittedly, he had not gotten to try it out yet. But he was sure that it would work if he could set up the circle, but something told him that people would be quick to interrupt a witch whispering to the shadows in the middle of a crossroad –a major condition of the spell.
”Do you have any ideas of how to scare these people away?” Rjar whispered to his new familiar. It was a rhetorical question; or so he thought.
Tadg did a little spin along the necromancers shoulder before nipping at his neck. The bite didn’t exactly hurt, but it felt odd. As if something had been pulled from him. As if a spell had been cast.
All at once, there it was. A shadow elemental the likes of which Rjar had never seen. The logical part of his brain wanted him to run, but something deeper kept him there.
”Mei estis?” he inquired, feeling out the entity’s magick as best he could under the circumstances.
The entity simply nodded in response. He was there to serve Rjar. But how?
Tadg danced a little again as his master’s dark eyes fell on him. He had cast the summoning spell for him. How? Were the spectral animals some sort of filter?
”Thank you,” the witch said in a faint whisper before springing into action.
He sat cross legged in the center of the crossroads and instructed the dark elemental to scare off any that may approach. It was a simplistic request, but there was no way of telling how long the summon would last.
His fingers moved into the gravel of the walkway and he shut his eyes tightly, pulling on the darkness within him and pushing it into the ground. He began searching for the source of the irregularity as quickly as he could. It should only take a moment, but with the current circumstances, anything was possible.