( Author's Note: This post is in continuation with The Seer's Tower and anyone can participate here!! )
The lunatic is in the hall. The lunatics are in my hall. The paper holds their folded faces to the floor And every day the paper boy brings more. - Pink Floyd
Blood House Onyx Present Day
Transportation via lapel pin wasn't a common mode, nor was it completely comfortable for the seer. Scattered enough, she didn't like to imagine the bits of herself dematerializing in one setting and rematerializing in another. Still, sometimes this method was necessary, especially when one finds herself stuck in a tree. She had hoped to climb down, but her shoes made it difficult, and as her perception of reality bended at will, so too did the tree branch supporting her weight. At any moment, it was sure to snap. At least they had that much in common.
Blood House Onyx looked exactly how she thought it would look: a large compound, complete with sprawling greenery. Her presence was welcomed at once, and any magical defenses seemed to drop when she shuffled inside. Howe's list-turned spyglass-turned list again was put back in proper order, and without the notebook's binding to string them together, the seer made due with what she had: brightly colored ribbons. She rolled the papers together, half tempted to take back her telescope, but then tied the ribbons at its middle, topping it off with an elaborately fastened bow.
Once inside, Viki deposited the list on a lone table within the main hall. Certain that someone would see it there, she turned to leave. Though the fixtures and furnishings were something to behold, and though the d"cor was much more inviting than say, Longden Castle, she was pressed for time, and hungry too, but that was neither here nor there. Her next destination was Longden Castle indeed, for among all the names on that untitled list, Talomar Longden's leapt off the parchment.
Spilling outside, coat and patchwork dress and ridiculous red shoes, she hurried down the beaten path. The ash tree to her left was a terrible distraction to the task at hand, and as the wind whipped round the bend, it sang. She hummed its tune, yet respectfully continued on. The sky had darkened enough to make her departure rather stealthy and secret.
The lunatic is in the hall. The lunatics are in my hall. The paper holds their folded faces to the floor And every day the paper boy brings more. - Pink Floyd
Blood House Onyx Present Day
Transportation via lapel pin wasn't a common mode, nor was it completely comfortable for the seer. Scattered enough, she didn't like to imagine the bits of herself dematerializing in one setting and rematerializing in another. Still, sometimes this method was necessary, especially when one finds herself stuck in a tree. She had hoped to climb down, but her shoes made it difficult, and as her perception of reality bended at will, so too did the tree branch supporting her weight. At any moment, it was sure to snap. At least they had that much in common.
Blood House Onyx looked exactly how she thought it would look: a large compound, complete with sprawling greenery. Her presence was welcomed at once, and any magical defenses seemed to drop when she shuffled inside. Howe's list-turned spyglass-turned list again was put back in proper order, and without the notebook's binding to string them together, the seer made due with what she had: brightly colored ribbons. She rolled the papers together, half tempted to take back her telescope, but then tied the ribbons at its middle, topping it off with an elaborately fastened bow.
Once inside, Viki deposited the list on a lone table within the main hall. Certain that someone would see it there, she turned to leave. Though the fixtures and furnishings were something to behold, and though the d"cor was much more inviting than say, Longden Castle, she was pressed for time, and hungry too, but that was neither here nor there. Her next destination was Longden Castle indeed, for among all the names on that untitled list, Talomar Longden's leapt off the parchment.
Spilling outside, coat and patchwork dress and ridiculous red shoes, she hurried down the beaten path. The ash tree to her left was a terrible distraction to the task at hand, and as the wind whipped round the bend, it sang. She hummed its tune, yet respectfully continued on. The sky had darkened enough to make her departure rather stealthy and secret.