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“Dotti, please wait a moment. This is quite novel,” I say, my instincts kicking in as well as my curiosity. “From a scientific perspective, I haven’t the faintest idea of how that binding might affect a fox spirit, even one as comfortable and well-grounded in the physical realm as you. As much as a great show of trust that would be, Dotti, I think we all would benefit from a quick explanation.”
“I warned you, Pastor,” the mayor says, his smile broadening to impossible levels, and at this point, I get the feeling he’s not speaking for my benefit- he’s enjoying the chance to talk back to the Church. “Lady Kensington has earned her reputation as quite the alchemist. As if the dragon wasn’t enough to convince you.”
“Hmf.” Pastor Pryce shoots Mayor Dumas a sharp glance. He stands up and hefts the holy symbol. “Very well. This has been blessed by the Church to ensure that its wearer shall neither draw upon spiritual energies from the beyond, nor shall its wearer expel or manipulate the same in this realm. It would have no effect on mages, dragons, or fae that do not cast divine spells or otherwise utilize spiritual energies. I doubt any of you are among the faithful, but it would take exceptional devotion to overcome its seal if you were.”
“That sounds pretty friggin’ bad to a fox spirit, Pastor,” Landi says. She flits over to him and examines the holy symbol closely, and the Pastor does not object. She flies over to me and grumbles. “Thing gives off an aura like a wad of boa constrictors. Not comfy. Doesn’t feel like it’s meant to control, but it’s a tight wad of binding. I’d feel suffocated wearing that thing even if I wasn’t Dotti.”
I know very little about what would happen if Dotti were to be cut off from the spiritual realm. It can’t be anything good.
“Dotti is a spirit,” I say. “If you cut her off from her source of power, it is easy to imagi
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