i tell myself this is devotionโฏโฏโฏthis trembling that borders on delirium, this fever that confuses pain for prayer. i tell myself god is watching, that he must see the wreckage i've become.
@nosenipped scent of winter and sent a chill down her back, dispite ones heavy cloak
Blue eyes shifted, pulling the spell into his cloak, he couldnt shake the feeling she wasnt alone, nearly distracted by the delightful reminder of a childhood long past and a home she'd likely not see again
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Commissions and good deeds left ollrugio far from home by the time night fell. Every time she thought he may get away, squandered by another in need of a witch's help he simply couldnt say no to. Olly was soft in that way.
@nosenipped Summer nights were hard for camping however. For a witch born to the far northern villages, summer had never been welcome. So what a welcome suprise it was when a pireball being used to start the nights fire was nearly blown from her hands by a breeze that carried the
Frankly they should both be more concerned with qifrey hearing. He'd hate to have to explain this to the atelier's master.
Blue hues flickered to the staff, noting the unknown conraption, silently planning every possible spell she'd need if it came to it.
She didnt like the lighthearted nature of a witch who'd proven to be nothing but suspicious until now. The smile carried intention. It was rare the star of godrey found someone who underestimated him.
"Mm. Shes one of the apprentices at this atelier.
the smile remained on the mage's features, she didn't feel threatened so there wasn't any need to be so hostile. not now. not yet.
โ tetia, tetia... โ finger tapping on chin, fauning confusion until finally, eyes lit up with realization. โ the little one, right .แฃ ใ
Unseen casting, muscle memory behind a spell that combined multiple sigils outside of her usual skillset, she made it look easy to witches with knowhow, and to humans it was pure wonder. Impossible to tell he'd drawn it neith her cloak
"Theres things little ears shouldnt hear."
A witch is nothing if not theatrical, its in the nature of their place in the world. She quite enjoyed the showmanship at times, and today it served to create an aura of power. Intimidation hopefully.
"I did. Youre not a good listener eh?" His voice came out low and cold,-
head tilts to the side only for a moment as she awaits for the others dramatic entrance to cease, she smiles, almost taunting.
โ what can i say .แฃ โ that'll get her in more 'trouble' or make an excuse .แฃ โ i know, i know, you told me to stat away. however, i just couldn't ใ
After the trouble you started with Tetia" the folliage took on a faint glow around them, fading fast to a transparent dome and the world seemed to go quiet. Sphere of silence, no one outside it could hear a word nor could they hear what was spoken outside its barrier.