11-02-2016, 12:25 PM
Clearly displeased with her academic scolding, Margot had looked insulted initially-- it wasn't often that she was so off the mark in quizzes like this. But then, come to think of it, how often had she been quizzed on matters of the spirit? Theology wasn't exactly common curriculum in public schools, after all. The shared praise for the second answer and not being called out for lacking a proper answer on the third made for a mild salve on her ego, though, and it was a quiet teenager who gathered up tools and moved on to the next plot to continue the back-aching labor best served by young bodies like hers and Will's.
She was contemplating the Fair Folk and their stories when a call for a pop quiz was sounded. Margot was up on the ladder, shearing dead vines away and yanking them free to be tossed to the ground below. William's reach was better, but the witch was nimble and sure-footed, and his stronger build was better for the heavier work on the ground.
She took the back of one of her gloves between her teeth to tug a hand loose so that she could push hair gone straggly back out of her face, tucking strands gone awry in place with the rest behind her ears. After wiping her wet and dirt-smudged forehead with the back of her hand, she pulled the glove back on and twisted about to face the wall of the house once more. She snipped and yanked vines while she spoke, so here and there her words were punctuated with pauses and quiet grunts of effort.
"Creation is the act of bringing something into existence. At a certain point, everything here was created. Big bang, ball of pocked molten rock, oceans, life, et cetera. A lot of it happens as a part of the organic cycle of things, not at any conscious entity's hands. But sometimes beings create. Or <i>we</i> do. I've made locusts."
"It has to be balanced, though. There's only so much space-- I mean, you can manipulate space too, but it's not a solution to running out of ground to grow upon. Humanity's a pretty good example of why creation ought to be contained, if you ask a lot of people."
Snip.
She was contemplating the Fair Folk and their stories when a call for a pop quiz was sounded. Margot was up on the ladder, shearing dead vines away and yanking them free to be tossed to the ground below. William's reach was better, but the witch was nimble and sure-footed, and his stronger build was better for the heavier work on the ground.
She took the back of one of her gloves between her teeth to tug a hand loose so that she could push hair gone straggly back out of her face, tucking strands gone awry in place with the rest behind her ears. After wiping her wet and dirt-smudged forehead with the back of her hand, she pulled the glove back on and twisted about to face the wall of the house once more. She snipped and yanked vines while she spoke, so here and there her words were punctuated with pauses and quiet grunts of effort.
"Creation is the act of bringing something into existence. At a certain point, everything here was created. Big bang, ball of pocked molten rock, oceans, life, et cetera. A lot of it happens as a part of the organic cycle of things, not at any conscious entity's hands. But sometimes beings create. Or <i>we</i> do. I've made locusts."
"It has to be balanced, though. There's only so much space-- I mean, you can manipulate space too, but it's not a solution to running out of ground to grow upon. Humanity's a pretty good example of why creation ought to be contained, if you ask a lot of people."
Snip.