Chapter 233: A Sexy Statue
Sebastien
Month 9, Day 5, Sunday 10:00 a.m.
Sebastien wasted no time sitting down to review the modifications Liza had made to the sleep-proxy spell. She closed her eyes and ran through the whole solo casting process in her head to make sure she had a firm grasp on it. Visualization wasn’t as useful as actual practice, but it was a good secondary method when one needed to minimize the chances of screwing up.
Then, she heaved a deep sigh, let out a few childish whimpers of unwillingness, and went through the whole rigamarole to return to her other form with the lowest possible chance of being caught or tracked. Again. By the time she finished, she’d resorted to playing with her shadow under the cover over her clothes just to stave off the frustration at all the wasted time and effort. ‘If there is any actual magic that could allow me to shape-shift or otherwise avoid the Red Guard’s attention, I need to find it, because this is getting older than Myrddin.’
Liza’s lion door-knocker was very suspicious and angry looking, but after she gave the password, it begrudgingly let her in.
Liza’s plants were already watered and her animals fed, so Siobhan went down to the warded cells that used to be an apartment below. Much of the sleep-proxy spell was already set up, but there were several adjustments to the spell arrays that she made per Liza’s instructions.
When she had checked thrice to ensure an absence of silly mistakes, Siobhan cast her dreamless sleep spell on a cot in one of the other cells at the maximum power she could bring to bear. Then, she set an alarm spell on her pocket watch that should wake her in four hours, hopefully before the dreamless sleep magic ran empty.
The last few times she had slept, it had been Liza who cast the spell for her in between refreshing the sleep-proxy spell. The older woman had never commented on the need, but the strength of her Will had reassured Siobhan. No dreams had wormed their way past its protection.
Now she was apprehensive. She hauled the cot close to the sleeping raven before releasing it from the binding magic, just in case. It was unlikely, but she didn’t want to leave any chance that she might collapse on the floor, completely unprotected.