Jace

I woke up before Quartz again—she was never an early riser. Slowly standing, I stretch as I come out of my sleeping hole to get my blood flowing. That's when I see someone I didn't really want to see any time soon.

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Jace: "Ah, Twilight, I see you've found your way into my camp."

Twilight: "You don't even know how annoying it was to find you without a visual."

"Without a visual?"

"Well, of course, I couldn't see you, so I obviously didn't have a visual on you."

"...Alright."

"So, whatcha gonna do with all that paint?"

"When I was young, I wanted to be an artist. I'm simply fulfilling my dreams."

"And I assume that young lady you have thoroughly bound in that tent is necessary for your passion for painting?"

"..."

"Aw, come on! I'm just curious, is all."

"Your curiosity may not hurt you, but it could come back to kill me."

"At least let me see what you're painting."

"Fine, it's just some scenery after all."

Jace grabs Jace's journal from the stump Jace set it on to let the paint dry overnight.

Jace: "See? I'm just making a regular painting."

Twilight: "A painting of what?"

"Well, it's a painting of what I imagine the top of Mount Ire looks like."

"I see you based the perspective from the sort of view a wyvern would have if it was flying straight towards the mountain."

"That's... a very specific observation. What about the perspective made you think of a wyvern's view?"

"No human being would be able to see the summit of Ire from such a perspective, and ordinary birds and flying monsters cannot fly so high."

"Ah, so that's what you meant. Yeah, I'd agree with that."

"What did you think I meant?"

"Why does it matter what I meant? Have you ever seen the top of Ire?"

"No, but I'd imagine there isn't a shabby hovel like the one you painted all the way up there."

"It is easy to come to such a conclusion."

Jace proceeds to add more and more details to the painting as he talks with Twilight.

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When Jace's watch read 12:00, he began to prepare a simple lunch for Quartz and himself... or so that was what he intended to do at first.

Twilight: "It can't be that much extra effort to make me a portion too, right? All you have to do is throw more ingredients into a larger pot, right?"

Jace: "..."

"Come on, I worked reaaaaaaaaly hard to find you after you tried to get away back at the guild, and I haven't eaten since!"

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"Why don't you just conjure up some food like you did with your clothes?"

"I can't just eat something made of magic, because it is MADE OF MAGIC! There's no nutritional value in something that doesn't contain nutrients!"

"..."

"Pleeeeeeeeaaaaaaaase?"

"Could you 'pleeeeeeeeaaaaaaaase' SHUT UP!"

"I'll be quiet if you agree to make me food too, so just give in already! When a beautiful maiden asks for something, you're supposed to say yes!"

"You are extremely full of yourself and literally not a maiden—you're centuries older than I am, you old hag!"

"But I look like I'm in my early twenties!"

"Looks can be deceiving; it's what's on the inside that counts, and you've got nothing human inside you."

"I have a magic core..."

"...but no human heart. Besides, we humans don't have magic cores, and the closest thing within humans would be the small magic organ that encases the heart like a flexible shell."

"Since you have a heart, you should find it within the kindness of a human's heart to give a poor, hungry, homeless woman a bite to eat."

"If you're poor, steal a purse. If you're hungry, kill a boar. If you're homeless, dig a ditch."

"Ooooooohhhhh, what wiiiise and insiiiightful adviiiiiice!"

"I know, James really has a way with words, doesn't he?"

"Who's James?"

"A great friend and the best person I've ever known."

"Suuuuure... you're kidding, right?"

"... ...Okay, you're definitely not getting a portion."

"Hey, wait, let's not be too hasty with our decisions now!"

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Quartz: "My name is Quartz Rose, and I prefer to be called Quartz. So, who might you be?"

Twilight: "I'm Twilight, but you can call me Twi for short!"

Quartz: "I understand... it is my pleasure to meet you, Twilight."

Quartz bows while wearing a muzzle and bound with three pairs of manacles, barely stopping herself from falling over in the process.

Twilight: "It's *h* nice to meet you too!"

Jace (to Twilight): "Good job stifling your laugh. She's more troublesome than you when she gets angry."

Quartz: "What are you whispering about? Is there something that you do not want me to know?"

Twilight: "Jace called you a belligerent fool!"

Jace: "What are you, a child?!"

Quartz: "Jace, might we have a chat later?"

Twilight: "Quartz, what's with the twitchy grin? Losing your cool infront of a guest?"

Quartz: "Jace, could you take off the azure pair of cuffs for but a moment? I'm simply having trouble eating."

Jace: "If I did, Twi and I would be blasted into the stratosphere before you would even consider taking a bite!"

Quartz: "I would not blast you into the stratosphere..."

Jace: "Oh, so you'd melt me into the earth and then blast TWILIGHT beyond the stratosphere! Honestly, it's entirely my fault for misinterpreting your words."

Quartz: "I do have enough magic power to burn your food, you know..."

Jace: "Woah woah woah, there's no need to resort to anything so extreme and violent, right? I mean, I spent a good thirty minutes whipping up such a fabulous meal!"

Twilight: "Oh, was I supposed to take enough time to taste that?"

Jace: "YOU'RE ALREADY DONE?!"

Tense yet lighthearted conversation continues as the turbulent trio eats their lunch.

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Jace

After almost two whole days, I've finished painting. The image I've made should be completely dry within the next ten minutes. Once the image is completely dry, I will attempt to cast the spell once more. Hopefully the incantation will work this time, but I'm not very experienced with incantations because I can only use verbal spellcasting when I'm using the grimoire as a focus for the spell. Even then, I can only use incantations in relation to the specific principles the grimoire has been granted the ability to bend.

Anyways, what should I do while I wait for the paint to dry? I don't want to talk to Quartz until she forgets about Twi's baseless slander, I don't want to talk to Twi since she's the most frightening, most immature, most dangerous, oldest, and wisest being I've encountered in recent years, and the towns are five minutes away from the camp so the moment I'd get there I'd have to return... oh, ten minutes passed while I was thinking about how to spend ten minutes. For some reason, I feel offended.

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Jace: "As humans are capable of controlling their respective existences because they are self-aware and humans exist in a particular time and place, I, a human, am capable or controlling my respective time and place as my time and place are a part of my respective existence."

As Jace finishes the spell, both Jace and everything he was in physical contact with (clothes, grimoire) and everything contained within enclosed spaces attached to something he was in direct contact with (stuff in pockets) Were teleported with Jace. Notably, the spell also affected his shoes even though neither of the two aforementioned conditions were met.

Not even a second after he finished the incantation, Jace could see the landscape he had drawn from the point of view he had drawn it. Directly ahead, Jace could see that the peak of Ire was surprisingly close to what he had drawn in most ways. It was then that Jace realized that he could see the landscape infront of him from the perspective of a wyvern. As Jace was standing on nothing but air, Jace began to fall towards the ground that he was currently too high up to perceive.