Mama always said, “Lest haste, more speed.”
“Now, Genevieve,” she would say. “Don’t go rushing around so much. It’s unladylike. And, what’s more, the bad men will get you.”
Genevieve chose to translate the advice as, ‘don’t get caught.’ Which was all together much easier to follow, because there wasn’t much danger of that. Little time jumps weren’t all that risky, really, and Geni was good at them.
What Mama didn’t understand was, certain situations just called for supernatural intervention. Like right now, as Geni headed to the bakery and could see there was only one peanut éclair left. Kristen was a little way ahead of Genevieve up the street, destined to reach the bakery first, and Geni just knew she would take the treat for herself.
Well, not on her watch. There was only a matter of meters in it, surely not enough of a displacement to set off the trackers searching for magic use.
Geni made the jump, arriving at the front door just ahead of Kristen. She couldn’t help but do a little dance. That éclair was hers!
She ran up to the counter and placed both hands on the glass, her mouth-watering. Then she looked up, expecting to see the baker stood there, tongs in hand, awaiting her coin.
Instead, Geni was faced with the leader of the Wild Hunt. He stood behind the counter, grinning through his skull mask at her.
“I have travelled for millennia, across many plains, and this day I finally come face-to-face with the mighty Chosen One!” He laughed, deep and throaty. “I knew you could not resist the pull of your magic for long. What is it you have to say to me now?”
Geni crossed her arms and blew her fringe out of her eyes.
“Well, crap.”
“Now, Genevieve,” she would say. “Don’t go rushing around so much. It’s unladylike. And, what’s more, the bad men will get you.”
Genevieve chose to translate the advice as, ‘don’t get caught.’ Which was all together much easier to follow, because there wasn’t much danger of that. Little time jumps weren’t all that risky, really, and Geni was good at them.
What Mama didn’t understand was, certain situations just called for supernatural intervention. Like right now, as Geni headed to the bakery and could see there was only one peanut éclair left. Kristen was a little way ahead of Genevieve up the street, destined to reach the bakery first, and Geni just knew she would take the treat for herself.
Well, not on her watch. There was only a matter of meters in it, surely not enough of a displacement to set off the trackers searching for magic use.
Geni made the jump, arriving at the front door just ahead of Kristen. She couldn’t help but do a little dance. That éclair was hers!
She ran up to the counter and placed both hands on the glass, her mouth-watering. Then she looked up, expecting to see the baker stood there, tongs in hand, awaiting her coin.
Instead, Geni was faced with the leader of the Wild Hunt. He stood behind the counter, grinning through his skull mask at her.
“I have travelled for millennia, across many plains, and this day I finally come face-to-face with the mighty Chosen One!” He laughed, deep and throaty. “I knew you could not resist the pull of your magic for long. What is it you have to say to me now?”
Geni crossed her arms and blew her fringe out of her eyes.
“Well, crap.”
