The familiar, Rubenesque, flame-kissed lass would be seen between the late hours of morning and the earlier ones of the afternoon down along the roiling fields of the Southern Glen. Curious bits of quakes and shaking jolts of power were to be felt by those nearby to the vicinity of the lovely lakeside RhyDin was so fond of. T?was the site of Mokksha and Fen Stridar?s impending date of hand-fasted bliss, and Lilli was casting quite the witchy fair across the entire perimeter of the roiling fields and glassy lakeside.
Having struck a fair bargain of a trade with the Blushing-Bride-to-Be, the gypsy and she had come to an understanding; a blessing and bit of extra protection in exchange for a hefty healing should the red head ever need it. Lilliana had insisted no real payment would be taken, for protection over a pair of lovers on their most precious of days was something she couldn?t bare to tax. The Fiery buxom was good as her word though, and went about her exploration of the Glen not too early the following day, boon for a rainy day in the back of her mind.
Clever fingers wove a series of movements, molten amber eyes flared with an otherworldly light; and had any at all been peeping upon the Botticelli Buxom while she worked, they?d see for once all her flirty banter and amiable demeanor was not the only side to her. The earth did indeed quake a bit as those fingers cracked and gnarled, the flame bright flare of her kinked hair fluttering out as if caught by a troublesome wind. Had the sun not already been shining bright, one would swear there was no doubt this witchy woman would be bright as any gaseous ball of flame in the cradle of space. Though she was no mage, and there were limits to her casting abilities, a power ebbed from this lass that was not to be trifled with.
Though the enchantments and bits of flaring spell work Lilliana cast was impressive and downright scary looking at some points, the ground eventually stopped it?s quivering, and an aura of the utmost sweetness had taken over the already enchanting Glen. Now it was truly enchanted, blessed with good will and strengthened against unwanted presences who would otherwise show up to spoil the loving event that was soon to take place. Evil would find itself hard pressed to enter here on this day; at least evil that was actively harboring ill will towards the event at the time of their appearance to the edge of the Southern Glen. The area seemed almost ethereal, kissed with a warm, rippling glow of the utmost care and love. Yes? This was an aspect of the witchy gypsy?s power, and one she was near infallible with; protection spells and wards.
With a pair of pale hands resting gently on the full swell of those skirted hips, a slow, serene smile of pride blossomed across the Buxom witchling?s face. Her hair had settled, the swirling flare had left the molten hue of her eyes, she?d done the best she can. Though her power was not god-like and completely without it?s chinks in it?s armor; the wards would hold. Evil would find an invisible barrier of sorts, or might even feel compelled to turn around and conduct awful deeds elsewhere, suddenly forgetful of why they were on their way to the Glen. It was a tricksy bit of work, and it was sure to give even the most powerful force a minute pause in their tracks at the very least. The ?sheilds? could not be eradicated in any manner, but if there WAS a force powerful enough to breech her clever work, that?s all they would do; breech, and any might they may have as a malignant force, they would find supremely inhibited when trying to do anything overtly evil.
That done, a silent nod accompanied Lill?s smile, hands fell from her hips, and matte leather boots began their treck back to the Red Dragon. It was still early and the Fiery Lass was thirsting for a good wine with her afternoon meal.
Having struck a fair bargain of a trade with the Blushing-Bride-to-Be, the gypsy and she had come to an understanding; a blessing and bit of extra protection in exchange for a hefty healing should the red head ever need it. Lilliana had insisted no real payment would be taken, for protection over a pair of lovers on their most precious of days was something she couldn?t bare to tax. The Fiery buxom was good as her word though, and went about her exploration of the Glen not too early the following day, boon for a rainy day in the back of her mind.
Clever fingers wove a series of movements, molten amber eyes flared with an otherworldly light; and had any at all been peeping upon the Botticelli Buxom while she worked, they?d see for once all her flirty banter and amiable demeanor was not the only side to her. The earth did indeed quake a bit as those fingers cracked and gnarled, the flame bright flare of her kinked hair fluttering out as if caught by a troublesome wind. Had the sun not already been shining bright, one would swear there was no doubt this witchy woman would be bright as any gaseous ball of flame in the cradle of space. Though she was no mage, and there were limits to her casting abilities, a power ebbed from this lass that was not to be trifled with.
Though the enchantments and bits of flaring spell work Lilliana cast was impressive and downright scary looking at some points, the ground eventually stopped it?s quivering, and an aura of the utmost sweetness had taken over the already enchanting Glen. Now it was truly enchanted, blessed with good will and strengthened against unwanted presences who would otherwise show up to spoil the loving event that was soon to take place. Evil would find itself hard pressed to enter here on this day; at least evil that was actively harboring ill will towards the event at the time of their appearance to the edge of the Southern Glen. The area seemed almost ethereal, kissed with a warm, rippling glow of the utmost care and love. Yes? This was an aspect of the witchy gypsy?s power, and one she was near infallible with; protection spells and wards.
With a pair of pale hands resting gently on the full swell of those skirted hips, a slow, serene smile of pride blossomed across the Buxom witchling?s face. Her hair had settled, the swirling flare had left the molten hue of her eyes, she?d done the best she can. Though her power was not god-like and completely without it?s chinks in it?s armor; the wards would hold. Evil would find an invisible barrier of sorts, or might even feel compelled to turn around and conduct awful deeds elsewhere, suddenly forgetful of why they were on their way to the Glen. It was a tricksy bit of work, and it was sure to give even the most powerful force a minute pause in their tracks at the very least. The ?sheilds? could not be eradicated in any manner, but if there WAS a force powerful enough to breech her clever work, that?s all they would do; breech, and any might they may have as a malignant force, they would find supremely inhibited when trying to do anything overtly evil.
That done, a silent nod accompanied Lill?s smile, hands fell from her hips, and matte leather boots began their treck back to the Red Dragon. It was still early and the Fiery Lass was thirsting for a good wine with her afternoon meal.