Snippet #1730786

“I am from Avalin, I know naught of this Nephelle you speak of. What I saw was a creature of great strength charging an unarmed and injured man and woman. What conclusion would you have come to Sir?” Anwen replied tartly to the rather rude and obviously upset horseman.

Avalin was a kingdom that kept rather to themselves, protected from invasion by Centerlot by the eastern mountain range. It was also a rather self-absorbed kingdom, as the fight for control over the kingdom between the two houses of Gheridorn and Nymrell seemed endless and all consuming. So it came as no surprise to Anwen that she had not heard of this curse he referred to. She doubted that would matter much to the horseman though, and she knew that she would likely need to make a hasty retreat for her own safety once she found a way to rid them of the crabs. She had already pulled out the book of spells her mother had left her, looking for a way to either reverse of subdue the crabs, when she saw the sorceress Nephelle make her escape. She hoped that perhaps the crabs would transform back once Nephelle was gone, but the giants still remained when the injured man fell into the circle.

“Take this.” Anwen said after noticing the man’s wound, rummaging in her bag, and pulling out a small clear vial. “For your wound. You may feel a slight burn at first, but it will close the wound and keep it from infection.” She explained before turning back to her book. The transformation of animals was a powerful magic that Anwen had never dabbled in, and she doubted she could reverse the spell of Nephelle on her own, but perhaps she could work around it. She began reading off a spell from the book in a strange tongue that the man and horseman were not likely to understand, and the crabs ceased their assault. Instead, they turned their direction and scuttled towards the sea, where they soon disappeared under the waves of the water.

“Your witch was using them as a distraction, so I doubt the spell is permanent. If you are lucky they will be normal again before the next high tide.” Anwen said as she put her book away. The spell she had used, commonly referred to as the sailor’s wife, had worked better than she’d expected, as it was not a spell she used often if ever, though she had seen Magai use it once or twice. Mostly a spell requested by wives and mothers, it made the intended son or husband temporarily burn with an intense desire to be home, which in this case would be the sea for the crabs. It would hopefully last long enough to keep the crabs from being a threat until they could change back.