Who: Diana Croft and Elia Rousseau What: Working on wards When: May 22nd, evening Where: Vice
This place was powerful with spirits. Diana had felt it the moment they set down, landed, or whatever it was called when the Cirque arrived in their new place. The spirits here were old, and far more human than what she was used to dealing with. Sure, she had contacted a few human spirits, but her specialty relied more on animal or nature spirits. These had a whole other feeling, other vibration to them; strange and sharp, alarming and inviting. A pure shot of adrenaline and straight boost into her powers.
If only she had had power like this when she had faced off against Seth. Diana acknowledged that, logically, she probably wouldn’t have done much more damage to the ancient mage—the difference between their skill levels was far too vast—but she could have at least surprised him. That would have made a huge difference, and perhaps, both she and Patty could have escaped him. Perhaps she could have given him a little taste of what she had felt for all these years.
In the meantime, she's just have to hide her time. There were plenty of magic users here, plenty of people to learn from. plenty is supernatural beings here to make alliances to. Even a demon or two, if her guides were correct. There was a very deep temptation there to sell her soul for the power to just smite Seth. Then again, a quick death was more than that man deserved. Power enough to defeat him and make him rue the day he ever came across her line.
Peace. Achak nudged the top of his large black head under her arm, nuzzling her. Patience
"You're supposed to know me better than I know myself," she huffed. "You know I don't have that."
She felt, rather than heard, the wolf spirit laugh. A forgein, rumbling that was part man, part animal that reverberated within her. The witch felt the eyes of her lips upturn into a small smile as her fingers carded through Achak's fur. They remained like that as Diana made her way to Vice, headed to the back of the tent where the performers would be. While they waited for Elia, Diana attempted to use the warding she knew, elemental mixed with shamanistic... in her mind, she pictured a turtle. She imagined the shell of the creature, the hardness, the weight of it. Then she worked on projecting it over herself. A blue hue washed over the young witch, as she's called upon the turtle totem to protect her. Let's see how that stood up to Elia's standards.