The scrying bowl thrummed with a low tone before it split into three pieces with a soft crack, sending a spill of water over Alysia?s knees. She leapt to her feet with a yelp and gingerly stepped back from the steaming shards of black stone. Dismayed, she stared at the soaked hem of her robe and the fragments of the bowl.
What the . . ? The Priestess struggled to retain the memory of the last image she?d managed to observe in the glassy water. A gold emblem of the Guardian, outlined in lambent blue, twisted and blackened by heat and fire. Such visions were always cryptic, with as many possible meanings as there were minds to interpret them. Alysia snorted in annoyance, then blinked, suddenly quite unable to recall why she?d even picked up the scrying bowl in the first place.
Her concern and confusion was quickly replaced by awareness of the mess in her tower workshop, then wry amusement. She sat back on her heels and began to separate sodden, ink-blurred sheets of paper, calling a breeze as she did so.
What the . . ? The Priestess struggled to retain the memory of the last image she?d managed to observe in the glassy water. A gold emblem of the Guardian, outlined in lambent blue, twisted and blackened by heat and fire. Such visions were always cryptic, with as many possible meanings as there were minds to interpret them. Alysia snorted in annoyance, then blinked, suddenly quite unable to recall why she?d even picked up the scrying bowl in the first place.
Her concern and confusion was quickly replaced by awareness of the mess in her tower workshop, then wry amusement. She sat back on her heels and began to separate sodden, ink-blurred sheets of paper, calling a breeze as she did so.