one: shape of your soul, carnival grounds Daemons are a part of the human's soul. As such, Strange's daemon is just as contrary, stubborn, and obstinate as he is--much to the magician's annoyance. About halfway through the day, his daemon forcibly tells Strange that she's decided she isn't going to change any more, she's going to stick to this form: the form being a six foot long four hundred pound grey seal. Naturally, an argument has ensued.
Magician and seal are arguing underneath one of the large trees and sorry passing by carnival member, you're going to be caught up in this bullshit as well. "Over here! Don't you think it would be far more convenient if she chose something smaller?" Strange complains, gesturing to the seal.
"And don't you think it would be far more convenient if he chose something less messy?" the seal sasses back, gesturing with her flipper to Strange's mop of bedhead and five o'clock shadow.
two: spring showers, greysol Despite all his complaining, Strange eventually accepts the daemon's shape. She gains a name, Siobhan, and the two take off to explore Greysol and learn more about the travel between worlds (they use knives instead of mirrors? How odd). The problem here is, seals occasionally need water. And Strange hasn't fully wrapped his head around the bubble of water spell that other people use for their daemons.
So, he makes do. By the third or so day the carnival's in Greysol, people have started to audibly complain about the odd weather changes. Sudden rainstorms are to be expected, but storms that only last a few minutes at most? Storms that barely span a block? It's all a little odd. Still, anyone who's heard Strange brag even for a moment or two can pretty easily piece out just what the cause of these odd rainstorms is (hint, it's Strange). It's during one of those rainstorms that Strange and Siobhan can be found: Siobhan is having the time of her life, swimming through the air and doing a few lazy backflips, while Strange is standing nearby, underneath an umbrella, looking up at the sky occasionally as he does so.
"Such odd weather we're having," he remarks, with an ironic grin on his face.
three: self-reflection, either location, midway through the first week The bond between daemon and human might not be entirely magic, but the spell that created the daemons from the carnival members is. The longer Strange spends with Siobhan, the more he realizes this extent of the magic that's created her and the easier it is for him to understand it. She's a part of him just as much as he's a part of her. And it's so much easier to deal with self-reflection when you can actually talk to yourself.
There are multiple quiet moments where the two simply chat. It's always by a body of water, mostly for Siobhan's benefit. She'll float in the shallows of the harbor, Strange will sit on the edge of the beach. Or in the carnival, she'll happily swim around the lake while Strange wades knee-deep. For any eavesdroppers, their conversations are annoyingly cryptic. It seems that Strange and Siobhan are on a much tighter wavelength than either of them predicted. So, people can overhear terribly vague snippets of conversation like
"She said she would help. If you asked him, I'm sure he would say the same." "Which is why I won't ask either of them in the first place." or "I do wish that idiot would think of himself every once in a while." "You know he won't." "Yes, I know he won't. But the point stands." or "Do you remember?" "I don't think I do. Not in it's entirety, at least." "Good." "I'll agree. That IS good."
Jonathan Strange | ota!
Daemons are a part of the human's soul. As such, Strange's daemon is just as contrary, stubborn, and obstinate as he is--much to the magician's annoyance. About halfway through the day, his daemon forcibly tells Strange that she's decided she isn't going to change any more, she's going to stick to this form: the form being a six foot long four hundred pound grey seal. Naturally, an argument has ensued.
Magician and seal are arguing underneath one of the large trees and sorry passing by carnival member, you're going to be caught up in this bullshit as well. "Over here! Don't you think it would be far more convenient if she chose something smaller?" Strange complains, gesturing to the seal.
"And don't you think it would be far more convenient if he chose something less messy?" the seal sasses back, gesturing with her flipper to Strange's mop of bedhead and five o'clock shadow.
two: spring showers, greysol
Despite all his complaining, Strange eventually accepts the daemon's shape. She gains a name, Siobhan, and the two take off to explore Greysol and learn more about the travel between worlds (they use knives instead of mirrors? How odd). The problem here is, seals occasionally need water. And Strange hasn't fully wrapped his head around the bubble of water spell that other people use for their daemons.
So, he makes do. By the third or so day the carnival's in Greysol, people have started to audibly complain about the odd weather changes. Sudden rainstorms are to be expected, but storms that only last a few minutes at most? Storms that barely span a block? It's all a little odd. Still, anyone who's heard Strange brag even for a moment or two can pretty easily piece out just what the cause of these odd rainstorms is (hint, it's Strange). It's during one of those rainstorms that Strange and Siobhan can be found: Siobhan is having the time of her life, swimming through the air and doing a few lazy backflips, while Strange is standing nearby, underneath an umbrella, looking up at the sky occasionally as he does so.
"Such odd weather we're having," he remarks, with an ironic grin on his face.
three: self-reflection, either location, midway through the first week
The bond between daemon and human might not be entirely magic, but the spell that created the daemons from the carnival members is. The longer Strange spends with Siobhan, the more he realizes this extent of the magic that's created her and the easier it is for him to understand it. She's a part of him just as much as he's a part of her. And it's so much easier to deal with self-reflection when you can actually talk to yourself.
There are multiple quiet moments where the two simply chat. It's always by a body of water, mostly for Siobhan's benefit. She'll float in the shallows of the harbor, Strange will sit on the edge of the beach. Or in the carnival, she'll happily swim around the lake while Strange wades knee-deep. For any eavesdroppers, their conversations are annoyingly cryptic. It seems that Strange and Siobhan are on a much tighter wavelength than either of them predicted. So, people can overhear terribly vague snippets of conversation like
"She said she would help. If you asked him, I'm sure he would say the same." "Which is why I won't ask either of them in the first place."
or
"I do wish that idiot would think of himself every once in a while." "You know he won't." "Yes, I know he won't. But the point stands."
or
"Do you remember?" "I don't think I do. Not in it's entirety, at least." "Good." "I'll agree. That IS good."
It's the calmest that Strange has been in ages.