08-30-2018, 02:37 PM
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Where Feyre had found candles, even she couldn't say. They had been stashed away in some abandoned room she had simply happened upon, covered in a thin layer of dust and never once used before. Ever the opportunist, the fluffy ragdoll had made quick work of claiming them, easily locating a bag to transport them to a rather fascinating location perfect for the event she planned on hosting tonight. She stood before the landmark now, lavender gaze almost solemn as she drank in the magnificent sight of the Great Oak. Behind her, the Starpool reflected the moon's light, its waters flushed in a pale ivory shade. It was both the perfect time and perfect place for a seance.
Her connection to the dead was one she often times pondered, but never too closely. They had always seemed so keen on watching over her, teaching her, and so she felt nothing but obligated to serve them the best she could. That servitude also included her faith in them, frequent offerings of all calibers given to her ancestors in hopes for prolonged communication. They had never denied her their company in an informal setting, certainly they'd heed to her summonings now-,right? Ever the good witch, she detected not even the slightest semblances of doubt, a smile instead spreading across pale lips as she retrieved the last item from her bag- a well-read grimoire. A paw would raise and the candles ignited, purple-colored eyes igniting amber in the gloom.
[color=#3f5351]"Phasmatos Manex, Un Domo Hax, Fero Adiuvex." She read the spell slowly, thoughtfully, searching the void of darkness that seemingly opened within her for something. Anything. She had chosen the Great Oak because of its connection with this place's dead, their pendents hanging undisturbed from branches that she dare not tread upon. Would it be any of the Ascendants' deceased that greeted her? Or would that familiar cream tabby once again speak for the people of the other side? There was nothing immediately, just a flicker of an aura that she had not encountered before. She craned forward, eager to see more, talk to more, but was left with nothing but emptiness, eyes blinking confusedly.
[color=#3f5351]"Uh, hello? I'm trying to summon you guys! Please don't tell me that we can only casually talk. Ugh," Feyre whispered to herself, discouraged. Did she have to give it more time? Did she need more people present? She had never held a seance before and admittedly, its complexities were lost on her.
A shame, a damn shame.
Her connection to the dead was one she often times pondered, but never too closely. They had always seemed so keen on watching over her, teaching her, and so she felt nothing but obligated to serve them the best she could. That servitude also included her faith in them, frequent offerings of all calibers given to her ancestors in hopes for prolonged communication. They had never denied her their company in an informal setting, certainly they'd heed to her summonings now-,right? Ever the good witch, she detected not even the slightest semblances of doubt, a smile instead spreading across pale lips as she retrieved the last item from her bag- a well-read grimoire. A paw would raise and the candles ignited, purple-colored eyes igniting amber in the gloom.
[color=#3f5351]"Phasmatos Manex, Un Domo Hax, Fero Adiuvex." She read the spell slowly, thoughtfully, searching the void of darkness that seemingly opened within her for something. Anything. She had chosen the Great Oak because of its connection with this place's dead, their pendents hanging undisturbed from branches that she dare not tread upon. Would it be any of the Ascendants' deceased that greeted her? Or would that familiar cream tabby once again speak for the people of the other side? There was nothing immediately, just a flicker of an aura that she had not encountered before. She craned forward, eager to see more, talk to more, but was left with nothing but emptiness, eyes blinking confusedly.
[color=#3f5351]"Uh, hello? I'm trying to summon you guys! Please don't tell me that we can only casually talk. Ugh," Feyre whispered to herself, discouraged. Did she have to give it more time? Did she need more people present? She had never held a seance before and admittedly, its complexities were lost on her.
A shame, a damn shame.
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