Post by Terrestrial on Aug 25, 2011 1:12:22 GMT -5
Descending Fire 21,
*the orange-purple eyes of the Wood Aspect named Tarragon were focused intently on her work as she carefully drew the symbols for a banishing charm on a long strip of prayer paper. Calibration was near and it was always her busiest time of year. Around her on the table in the common room of the manse was a stack of similar strips, as well as other anti-demon methods. Coins, chimes, and vials were filled, strung, or bound. All in all, it looked like she had been busy.
Tarragon's hair was loosely bound with a leather cord, the white moonflowers closed in the day were unfurling as night came. The morning glories were closing, and the dying light glinted off her red locks*
*the orange-purple eyes of the Wood Aspect named Tarragon were focused intently on her work as she carefully drew the symbols for a banishing charm on a long strip of prayer paper. Calibration was near and it was always her busiest time of year. Around her on the table in the common room of the manse was a stack of similar strips, as well as other anti-demon methods. Coins, chimes, and vials were filled, strung, or bound. All in all, it looked like she had been busy.
Tarragon's hair was loosely bound with a leather cord, the white moonflowers closed in the day were unfurling as night came. The morning glories were closing, and the dying light glinted off her red locks*