MCP 17 And as she looks at me like that, I figure I probably will be alright.

“Is that the lesson, pretty much? The reason I’m here?” I ask in gentle sincerity. “You envy - desire! - Your moment, and it’s coming. I, we, want you to understand it may not be a moment you particularly enjoy.” That’s the catch in her eyes, in that smile. “It’ll be riding fire and death. From the sky, even.” She pauses, and we both nod. I’d say It’s sobering, but I’m way far from that still. Instead, I say, “Yeah. Who’s ever heard of that? We all thought the thing in Operka was a fluke.” “Nope. Prophecy.” She smiles, indicates a door I hadn’t noticed. “Now the real trip begins. Go brave the streets home on this stuff. Ha!” And the room is a room. She’s still a knock-out, and the trip is very strong, but the magic has done its thing, and I feel awesome, but humbled and eager to leave. Never messed with big magic before, but I suspect they got more outta me than the other way around.