Wizard's House

[wizardseason]

"Hey"

The Wizard greets the evil-allured knights the same way every night, with the same word, while casually sitting on the steps of the porch outside of her little home. The building looks handmade, like it was built by people who cared about the place they were going to live. Surrounding it on all sides are fields as far as the eye can see. Vegetables of all kinds, with fruit trees and bushes placed throughout the landscape. Closer to the home are bigger trees, willows and others, providing shade from the strange three suns above. Wherever this is, it isn't the world that the knights know.

Plunged into the ground a mere few feet away from the steps leading up to the home is a handwritten sign that states the following:

Knight Rules:
- Tell others if you want
- You can't reveal others
- The world ends this year

Comments

[tropicalstorm]

She throws up her hands in exasperation. "We're talkin' in circles here!"

She walks off a little bit, hands in her pockets, before wheeling back on the Wizard.

"What's the point in tellin' me all this, anyway??"

[wizardseason]

In the time that Haizea spent walking away and then turning back, the Wizard took that bit to refill her mug with hot chocolate. Bobbing in the top of the mug is a veritable mountain of multicolored marshmallows.

"Because everyone should know the truth." She answers, simply.

[tropicalstorm]

The vibrant colors of the marshmallows would normally get her attention, but she's too frustrated to care right now.

"If there ain't nothin' I can do 'bout it, I'd rather not know at all," she groans, running a hand through her hair in frustration.

[wizardseason]

It sounds like Haizea needs some of those marshmallows, it's a shame she won't ask for any. The Wizard takes a sip before she responds.

"It will be your and others' actions that can do everything about it." She answers like she's telling the time, like it's the easiest thing in the world.

"Because they won't talk to me. I hope they'll talk to you."

[tropicalstorm]

Haizea stops in her tracks to process this. It couldn't really be that easy, could it? The Wizard has got to be fucking with her, right? Time to call her bluff. Haizea stalks up to the Wizard, reaches out to snag a single pink marshmallow out of her cup, and pops it in her mouth.

"How do I talk to them?" She asks, and chomps down on the marshmallow.

[wizardseason]

Immediately after the marshmallow is exhumed from its chocolaty grave, another one manifests in the vacated space in the mug. This time, it's a light green marshmallow. But she doesn't react to Haizea's intimidating approach. Instead she keeps her slight smirk as she answers:

"Go see them for yourself. I don't know where they'll be, but when they show up they won't be hard to find."