Every act creates a ripple with no logical end. | OPEN.

[aldabeyoun]

It's a little odd to work out of her livingroom, but in Njoki's experience it's a good idea to have regular clinic hours set up for those that aren't comfortable with house calls. Most of what she does during these times is a bit of basic consulting, the occasional spot of under the table first aid, and listening to people talk through their own worries. It's never very busy, but this is her calling, not her job. Some of her friends and family have been helpful and discretely passed out her contact information and she knows that a little pocket money is a fine thing, but she doesn't believe she'll ever make a living off it.

As she fills and puts the kettle on, she huffs in amusement. At least it's a good excuse to make sure her flat is scrubbed and clean enough for company once a week.

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[acrookedchild]

"Ah, well. At least you'll have made a good impression, then." After all, Redbright was a woman who wanted to be flattered. Any gift was likely to be received well. "You're welcome here. Much of a witch or not. Granted, I can't speak for Redbright."

[aldabeyoun]

"She sent me a prick in return," she drawls and gestures towards a tiny cactus in a pot on her windowsill. Dick jokes are always welcome and classy. It's a fact.

"And thank you. You've been upfront, so I should be as well. I do flesh-work. Repairs, mostly. And it's better for the undead than the living. It's messier for the living, but possible." Her magic tends to be a very hands-on sort and for some funny reason, it's far more difficult to convince someone living to let a stranger slip a hand along and under their skin.

[acrookedchild]

"...Is that dark magic? Or is it arcane?"

Because something that deals with the undead, even if it can be for healing, doesn't sound like magic Circle Daybreak would approve of doing. Even she has very little understanding of it, though she doesn't sound like she's judging the practice. Merely curious about it.

[aldabeyoun]

"It's a tool. Like anything else." Njoki doesn't really subscribe to what seems to be the very British way of dividing all magic of one sort into 'Light' and anything else into 'Dark'. If you ask her, it's a false and frankly half-witted dichotomy.

"Often a messy one. It's good to invest in a tarp or two, but it's no more 'evil' than a crowbar or a saw."

[acrookedchild]

"And I see no inherent evil in contracting with a fae, but the Night Council considers it dark magic." The only 'evil' magic she sees is what deprives a person of their free will. Including truth serum. Not that she can say that. Not to Njoki or to Sylvia, whom she'd very much like to say it to.

"But Daybreak and the Night Council set those rules. Those who don't abide... Well. Most of them have a place under my protection, if they want it."

[aldabeyoun]

"I hope that if they see what I do, they see that I'm not harming anyone and leave me in peace." Her expression is wry as if she knows that it's a false hope, but she can still believe there's a chance. "If no one suffers, if it reduces pain, how is it wrong? Tsh, might as well say antibiotics and vaccines are wrong. The people who say that are the people who don't think they'll need it."

[acrookedchild]

"They don't care." The words come out more bitter than she likes, but it's the truth in her eyes. "If they decide it's wrong, then it's wrong. No matter what use it's being put to. And they will try to stamp it out."

[aldabeyoun]

"What luxury. Not to care." Njoki chuffs in annoyance and it's not a very human sound. There's something almost dog-like to the gesture.

"I am bound to ease suffering where I find it. I can't and won't do less."

[acrookedchild]

Abigail's brow arches slightly at the wording. Perhaps she has simply lived with a fae for too long, been brought up to somewhat straddle those worlds. Still, it's interesting.

"'Bound.' By your own choosing? Or something deeper?"

[aldabeyoun]

"Six of one. Half a dozen of the other." Njoki can't sit idly by when she sees someone in pain. Whether that's just her nature, her morals, or a part of the curse she's bound up in, no one knows.

"It's not a bad way to be."

[acrookedchild]

"It's not," Abigail agrees, offering a bit of a smile.

"Let me give you my mobile number. I can't promise how much help I can offer, but... It's the least I can do. Give it to you in case you need something."

[aldabeyoun]

"I appreciate it and hope I don't need to bother you. And, of course, if you need help, you can call me too." On the whole, Njoki really is mostly harmless. She doesn't want to give (most) people grief, but she has her principles and will stick to them.

"And if you do know a good teacher, I'd love to know more about the people here do their magic. I've some idea, but I like to learn."