[ The bonfire is the closest thing to magic Alice has here. That and her lantern - small, made of metal and glass, casting pretty shadows as it pierces the magical darkness. She comes by a lot, observing it like the flames will tell her how they work. Like they'll bring back the memories of all she learned as a niffin.
They never do, but a former phosphoromancer will never stop being fascinated by light.
The non-human girl with the axes startles her. Alice swears quietly and shakes her head. ]
The bonfire is a public good. I have just as much right to be here as you do.
[ It's snappish. Alice always gets irritable when she remembers she lost so much when she was... resurrected, or whatever the fuck you call reuniting a niffin with their shade and making them a new body to replace the one that's decomposing in Fillory right now. ]
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They never do, but a former phosphoromancer will never stop being fascinated by light.
The non-human girl with the axes startles her. Alice swears quietly and shakes her head. ]
The bonfire is a public good. I have just as much right to be here as you do.
[ It's snappish. Alice always gets irritable when she remembers she lost so much when she was... resurrected, or whatever the fuck you call reuniting a niffin with their shade and making them a new body to replace the one that's decomposing in Fillory right now. ]