<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/15/3b8fec26c8b88c515dcc25857e5fa966.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Amelia 'Mimi' Whately (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=330468.msg15785487#msg15785487)<br/><strong>Student ID: </strong>WTCH303-1890<br/><strong>Area of Study:</strong>History Witch<br/><strong>Date and Time:</strong>Thursday, September 10th | After classes<br/><strong>Location:</strong>School Bookstore<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Closed | Helena<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>wearing (https://tse2.mm.bing.net/th?id=OIP.7yHtdCoIOLmfvhOURBQ01QHaKG&pid=Api&P=0&w=300&h=300)<br/><hr/><br/>Amelia probably would not be so bold, no! But there were certainly times she thought it'd be a good idea, tempered only by whatever modicum of good judgement her hyperactive mind could occasionally dredge out of the stream of consciousness with a rickety, sus-looking fishing pole.<br/><br/>"Yeah, sometimes," she admitted obliquely, rolling her arm down to match Helena one-for-one with the side hug so designed to perfectly suffuse body heat through all the points of contact. "There are recipes but, I dunno. Somehow I feel more imprecise with some than with others." There was a smirk, and a distant glaze to her eye as Mimi's eyes breezed over the page Helena had her tome open too before it was unceremoniously shut with the finite sound of several hundred pages of dusty, ancient history. Unseeing of what she was trying to read. Perhaps she was also imagining those fey conjurations Helena had developed an acute dread of, but with a very different manner of context? Whatever she was visualizing it seemed to entertain in the way of schadenfreude- that grin to herself could have cut steel.<br/><br/>"I didn't quite get a fix on it-" understatement, "but if I remember correctly the folks from that era of history typically believed there were divine consequences for eschewing one's societally expected pantheon, right? Back in the days before the sorts of covens that would wander beyond the safe borders of society. But if they lived to tell the tale and write about it, their insights would be like... divergently parallel to those of their contemporaries." Wonder blossomed in the eye like the dance of fireflies. "It would be cool. Honestly I kind of just want to read this one over your shoulder."<br/><br/>It was mechanically possible! They'd already proven that they had similar read speeds, so the question of when to turn the page could be answered as a virtual psychic link between the two.<br/><br/>"Dig into it and figure out the mystery behind the lore, I guess." The one hand she had on the flank of Helena's waist stroked up and down. Platonically. Probably.