Ellie Kanning-Dawn

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#writing & #books and sometimes 🐐 silly. (Maybe?) ✍️📕Writes SF/Fantasy/Drama/Slice of Life. 🌈 LGBTQ+/bi. 🚫 No gen AI. May talk politics. 😬💜 3 projects! #AmWriting #writer #LGBT #LGBTQ #bookish #German Person behind this content: https://bit.ly/3ARHe64

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This meeting was pointless. Professor Abbott turned to Perry. “The main worry beyond erasure of her mind is if it were to absorb her magic, isn’t it?” Like in this very second from my pacifying spell? “And that it’d destabilize?” A discussion ensued, while Addison tried to find a small, lively plant amid the gray out on campus, scouring the outside ground. Early students passed by, but she ignored them. There, that flower-shaped ghost entity, up close it had a tiny life web. Its inner flow was fascinating, slower, barely a pulse but rather a glacial wave that was intense. “So, does Ms. Clark want that?” Abbott asked with a raised voice. “The removal, should we attempt it, as futile as it likely is?” No. Like that would work. “She says she doesn’t,” REDACTED relayed. “The school is her guardian, isn’t it?” Perry asked. Hayes shook his head. “Her mother is. But we can’t risk a removal against Addy Clark’s will anyway. It would be a useless formality.” “You can’t?” Perry asked. “Isn’t this grave enough to consider it?” Ronda raised her eyebrows. “She can’t even take a simple patching rune. That makes an attempt very immoral, since if—” “Now, hold on.” Perry scratched his chin and followed up with medical questions Addison both only half understood and didn’t want discussed.
What was going on? Addison’s body was spread out on its back on the mattress. The others surrounded them, some standing tensely with legs wide apart, Ronda even aiming her wrist. REDACTED knelt almost like a priest for the last rites, sitting with one hand reaching for Addison’s shoulder. The cramped room, with the large bunk beds and books and clutter leaving little space, didn’t seem suitable for such formalities. A threatening exchange of thick magic beams went from Addison’s physical skull, to her bracelet and back in a circle. The bracelet was blazingly bright in ways only she saw, sparking and spewing under the constant onslaught Addison applied to it. Keep off me, you piece of shit! “Come back,” REDACTED croaked, her shape flickering like from an injury, and remaining by the side of Addison’s motionless vessel. “We’ll need to clear the nearby rooms,” Ronda said. “What?!” From the youthful shapes on the ground, one shot up. Maybe it was Onyx.