nocturnalnpc (nocturnalnpc) wrote in cirque_rp, @ 2017-12-21 22:19:00 |
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When Issac spoke of a little bird, he had meant the littlest of birds. While Issac set up space for the ritual, long brown locks flowed in the warm Thailand breeze from the head of a small six-year-old girl. Bitsy had become relatively well known since the attack in Rome. While she did not have any apparent magic as her witch grandmother did, she could see auras and had a knack for reading people and situations. Far past her bedtime, she carried a small basket with several of the creepy dolls along for the ride. Every few feet around the ritual circle she placed a doll, much to Issac's complaints. A salt circle encased the space with sigils carved into the dirt around them. Candles of various colours and widths lit up the inner circle and a pedestal large enough for a person to lay sat in the center. Issac could be seen, unfocused, as usual, speaking quietly to himself but preparing none the less. |