Secrets Great and Small
5th of July 2006 A.D.
Asking for advice is asking for trouble, you get off the chair start for the door, then you stop again.
No reason to be rude even if you don't like someone, you can practically hear your mother's voice. You
really do not think she had meant that advice for this occasion but still you turn to the Fallen Angel still looking unfairly composed and regal on that battered chair and nod. "Thanks, I'll keep that in mind."
Lasciel sort of huffs amused then she slowly gets up and wordlessly poses with the boots, giving you a good loot at them. "You can probably make them, if you get the leather proper stitching and the silver. Making yourself very good at stabbing things isn't all you can do."
"What do you know about what I can do?" the question slips out. It is not asking for advice, you remind yourself.
"I have some guesses, quite a lot of them in fact, but now is not the time to share them." She tips her head to the side, thinking. "As as gesture of goodwill I will say this much, when I saw you slip off that torment tree I got the feeling that I should know precisely what you are, but I didn't and a phrase came to mind, in Latin of all tongues: 'Hic sunt dracones'."
"Here be dragons," you breathe. Latin is not your best subject at school, but you do like history and that was one of the things they used to write on the edges of old maps usually with dragons and monsters drawn in.
"Maybe ask a dragon, they remember much and their tongues are less bound by oath than most, but beware their pride."
So it is that with the words of a Fallen Angel still ringing in your ears the vision fades to mist and the mist takes on the familiar hues of cream and white that revolve into the shape of Saint Mary's. Harry is still sitting right where you left him, but he looks like he has been though a hell of a run, breath rattling in his chest.
You on the other hand feel refreshed, like the fire that burns in your mind just got a little brighter from knowing that which you had not before, from revealing secrets unspoken.
Gain 1 Essence
"I don't know where this power comes from, but it's yours, no strings attached other than having it." He runs his hand though his hair making it even more messy and giving you the inappropriate urge to just pat it back into place. "Be careful with it, power changes you. With great power comes great responsibility."
Did... did he just quote Spiderman at me? Now you find yourself swallowing a laugh at the sheer silliness of the situation, but then the mirth fades from your thoughts as you recall the conversation you had, the Council, the Laws. You could just keep quiet, you think Lasciel would play along since she has by her own admission no reason to sow discord between you or you could admit that you just had along chat with a Fallen Angel about wizards... and about Harry himself. He probably would not want you to know about his first... girlfriend, Lasciel had said 'lover', but that word sounded super awkward outside the context of talking
to Lasciel.
What do you tell Harry about the soulgaze and the talk with Lasciel?
[] Nothing, pretend you do not know what the Laws and the White Council are (Manipulation+Subterfuge)
-[] Write in stunt (optional)
[] Some but not all of it (Manipulation+Subterfuge)
-[] Write in what you you share
-[] Write in stunt (optional)
[] The whole of your vision and conversation
-[] Write in stunt (optional)
OOC: Remember you can use excellency for subterfuge if you like. 
