[closed post -- heraldry]

[onthewillowsthere]

It took another few meetings with Grantaire before Galahad was satisfied with the colors and able to reproduce them himself, especially now that his time is taken up with training with Lan Wangji. Every moment he's not with Magnus or Claudius he's in the parlor meditating, at the wood edge lifting stones, or watching Lan Wangji practice sword forms. His balance is improving steadily from pure repetition. He's assigned himself to every exercise with the kind of singular focus he always used to give to God's commandments, and if he's not exactly happy he at least has the comfort of knowing that, however slowly, he's getting stronger.

That evening he showed Claudius the finished heraldry, after they were back in their room together, and Claudius was silent for several long moments before he said, "Well," and the back of his neck flushed, and everything he had to say after that mattered, but by then Galahad already knew it was what he'd wanted.

So now he's looking for Janet. He's wearing his red velvet pinafore and his sword belted on as usual, and he has his sketchbook in his arms.

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[sorrowandsorrow]

"I shouldn't have to be. It's still physical magic." Thankfully, and maybe a little bit technically. "This is a pretty complex design, though -- I have to figure out which language to use to describe it, adjust for the stupid, sideways Circumstances here, et cetera. It's basically a matter of bending the ambient magic to my will, but it has to actually listen to me and do what I want it to do. Sometimes that requires props."

[onthewillowsthere]

"If I can help, I will." Since it's a favor she's doing his, in essence: it's not as if he can pay.

[sorrowandsorrow]

"I'll let you know." Janet folds the sketchbook page into crisp fourths and slips it into a back pocket of her jeans. "You have a deadline?"

[onthewillowsthere]

"I would prefer sooner," very faintly wry.

[sorrowandsorrow]

"Well, great news: you're my first client, so my books are wide open." She leans back in her chair again.

[onthewillowsthere]

Galahad waits for a few minutes, just in case she has something else to say, before he changes the subject. "I also have a question."

[sorrowandsorrow]

Janet is immediately wary. She's also immediately very, very curious. "Okay, shoot."

[onthewillowsthere]

"Can you turn someone into a cat?"

[sorrowandsorrow]

Janet had a couple of shot in the dark guesses about his question, like maybe the Holy Grail kid was about to start quizzing her about Jell-O shots or spring break in the Keys or tattoo sleeves. This was not on her list. She plays it off pretty well, all things considered. "I probably could," she says, "with some extra research and effort. In school, I got turned into a goose to fly to Antarctica."

[onthewillowsthere]

"I want to visit Mothwing in her den," he explains.

[sorrowandsorrow]

You know what? That's actually a reasonable explanation. Especially if you used to be -- if you still are the queen in absentia of a fantasy kingdom populated by talking animals. Janet gets it. "It's not a pleasant transformation," she warns Galahad. "You feel like your bones are melting."

[onthewillowsthere]

"Does it hurt or does it feel strange?"

[sorrowandsorrow]

"It doesn't... technically hurt," Janet says, because that's true, "but it's strange in the bad way."

[onthewillowsthere]

"I understand. I still want to try." His voice and expression, as they have been all along, are serious -- he looks like he means it (which of course he does).

[sorrowandsorrow]

Janet never really doubted for a second that Galahad was serious, but she's catching on to just how serious. "Okay. It's going on the list." She pauses, then adds, "I assume you want the tattoo first? I have to do prepwork for both things."

[onthewillowsthere]

"Yes."

[sorrowandsorrow]

This is... a lot of changes to Galahad's body being put in her hands. They're strong hands that have done a lot of magic in her life, but Janet still flexes her fingers, crossing her arms over her chest. "Okay," she repeats. "No guarantees. If I'm not at least ninety-five percent sure I can do one of these without fucking you up, I'm not doing it. I don't need Claudius after me."

[onthewillowsthere]

"All right." This does seem fair, given how long it took Claudius to consider forgiving Lancelot. "Thank you very much."

[sorrowandsorrow]

"Don't thank me until I haven't accidentally turned you into a goat or given you a tattoo of a heart that says mom in it," Janet says lightly.

[onthewillowsthere]

"A goat would be suitable. Not a sheep."

[sorrowandsorrow]

"Ugh. I hate sheep. Don't worry about that one."

[onthewillowsthere]

"Then it's well."

[sorrowandsorrow]

The thought of turning Galahad into a miniature version of Ember or Umber is so gross. Janet forcibly wipes the image from her brain. "Just saying. I might still, I don't know, crook my pinky finger wrong and slice off your ear. Don't jinx it."

[onthewillowsthere]

"I have two."

[sorrowandsorrow]

Janet fully snorts, a completely undignified laugh. "Ears are like kidneys, huh?"