Thread:Enchanteddragons/@comment-32460917-20190614051425

The wind tugged at her hair, spreading it around in an unruly mess. Huffing, she pushed it away from her face time and time again. It was hard enough to scale a mountain without having to deal with hair in her eyes. She could get why a witch like her would want to be isolated, but wouldn't an underground cave work just as well? Why have your house at the top of a mountain?

Grumbling wouldn't magick the location to somewhere more manageable, but it felt cathartic nonetheless. Chan struggled forward again. Based on how strong the headwind had become, she supposed she was getting closer. She sure hoped she was, the amount of strength she needed to exert to even just stand was getting ridiculous.

Relief flooded her senses once she rounded the corner. A black hole yawned in the mountain's side. As far as she could remember, the home had been a large cave. Altair had insisted on it. This particular opening showed promise, and even if she got it wrong, she could give her legs some well-deserved rest. Chan stumbled in, the wind that she had battled against helping to push her in.

Violet eyes shone almost immediately after her first step in. The concentric circles inside those irises almost gave the owner a crazed look which, knowing her, wasn't too much of a stretch. Raising her chin, Chan tried to stare down the witch in front of her, ignoring the mess her body currently was.

"Oh? And who might you be?" A pale face popped out to rejoin its eyes, sporting a toothy grin. Eventually, the rest of the witch swirled into view as well. She was sitting a couple feet off the ground, her robes billowing around a worn broomstick.

Chan stared at Altair intently. It may have seemed like a glare to an outsider, but in reality the goddess was trying to match the witch's features with her memories of them. It had to be her, right? Violet eyes and white hair, living in the spot that Galaxian had pointed out for her. "I think you already know who I am." It was a statement that she had meant to say with conviction, but with her uncertainty it almost became like a question.

"Do I? I dunno, you look rather small to me." Altair giggled. With a swing of her hand, her seat shot up into the air, allowing the witch to fly circles around Chan. "I don't believe I've dealt with any modern sect mortals before, though to be fair I don't keep track of them very well." Altair made a show of scrutinizing Chan. "Maybe your name would ring a bell?"

"Enchanted. I'm-"

"Oh, you're that deity from before." Altair crossed her arms and glowered. "Are you here to get your power back? We had a deal, y'know."

"Yes I know, I'm-"

"A deal is a deal! You're not allowed to take it back."

"I know! I'm not here for that."

"What else could you be here for? I gave you what you wanted so now you're back to take away the power you gave me." A couple rocks began to levitate from Altair's agitation, following the witch's path around Chan.

"No, no. I want to ask you about something else." Chan's voice took on a desperate tone. "It's about the spell. It had a side effect, and..." She swallowed. "It's not exactly... 'what I wanted' anymore."

"Hm? But I didn't cast the spell. It was all you. So why not just reverse it? It's not like I'd know how you cast it anyway." Altair drifted down a bit, and the rocks responded accordingly. They all clattered back onto the ground. "Plus, I'm not supposed to follow your whims. You get tired of a spell? Not my fault. I simply did what you asked of me back then, I don't owe you anything else."

The goddess looked stricken. She stood there, hugging her chest. "I know all that, but please. I don't know what to do. I don't know how to reverse it."

Before the witch could retort again, Chan rambled on. "Just... I need some help. You know magic right? I followed what you said back then so maybe... I thought maybe you'd have a solution for this"

"...What's in it for me?"

Chan jerked her head up. "What?"

"I can help, but not for free. What else can you give me?" 