Hand Felt Itchy To Draw More Limit Stuff. Nothing Specific, Just Vibes And An Excuse To Draw Her Big

hand felt itchy to draw more Limit stuff. Nothing specific, just vibes and an excuse to draw her big ol' hat and veil.

Four Portions

(Act 1, Scene 1)

An In Stars and time fanfiction, isat spoilers under the cut!

Well-done wishes hurt you like needles. They produced small, sharp pains until dewdrops of craft bleed from your skin, and you grant them.

There’s been far fewer good wishes as of late, as you’ve neutralised a country especially responsible for using Wishcraft. Old scars have had time to heal over, people have seen less red, and you’ve saved a few portions of your craft.

However, you’ve always found an art in finding the most disruptive way a wish can be twisted, and have always liked watching the aftermath of your work. That was what Wishcraft was for, after all. A way to make a deal between you and the wisher, where, in exchange for turning their life into your artwork, they would get to decide one thing about the piece, and how many portions of your time and energy you spent on it.

One of your most recent works came from a wisher in Corbeaux, in Vaugaurde, on Earth, a satellite of the sun, in the Milky way.

It sounded twelve times;

“I wish for Vaugarde to stay perfect.”

Twelve portions were given to make Vaugarde stay perfect.

Now, the unpainted parts of Vaugarde are sore with poor wishing. A discomfort similar to that of a graze. Few parts cut deep enough to draw craft, so only one portion bleeds out, even as you push around Vaugarde gently with your fingers.

You can hear roughly what they’re wishing for;

“----wish—Vaugarde---”

“----Vaugarde---The King---”

“I---save Vau—"

“-----stop—King---”

They want you to undo your previous work.

...You don’t think you could do it with only one portion, the pain is broad, also, so you can’t figure out a place to pinpoint the wish. Which means, under current circumstances, it's impossible to grant.

That is, until...

“I wish to stay with them!”

It sounds three times.

The wish of a traveller, in Dormont, in Vaugarde, on Earth, a satellite of the Sun, in the Milky Way cuts into you, and draws three portions. You give them four.

Three for them to stay with their companions,

And an extra to save Vaugarde.

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All done!

Gently, you let the leaf go, and start down the dirt path back into town, away from the favour tree.

You have a sleepover to go to, after all!

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