May plays (inthedirt) wrote in repose, @ 2016-09-14 17:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | *delivery, *news, may linwood |
[Sonrisa]
[After the flower debacle, May's kept to herself, angry at a town that would do such a thing (and angry at herself for getting involved enough to be hurt by it). There are days when her lungs still ache from Jeze having to pull the poisoned air from her. Even spending long hours in the garden with feet and hands sunk into the earth hasn't completely erased the effects on her.
She's done helping until someone asks. And even then she might ignore it.
But as she's taking one of her evening walks through town to deliver things to Chrysalis, something doesn't sit right with her. She's come to know the rhythms of the place and knows that something has been off for a while. And something feels... wrong... around the art store.
More than anything else, the petty sort of evil invading the town annoys her. The very same night, once it's full-dark and with no one watching, no one seeing, she's back in town after having stopped home to gather up a basket. It's not quite the right moon phase for protections spells, but something is better than nothing, and the familiar actions helps to reassure her mind. Circles are cast around the shop, grains of salt dropped across doorways and around the foundation. She scuffs it into the dirt and presses it into cracks in the sidewalk to make it nearly impossible to fully clear away. The frames of the doors (both shop and apartment) and first floor windows are smudged with oil and resinous leaves, leaving traces of herbal scent behind (nothing unpleasant to those there for innocent purposes). She eyes the other windows as well, but there is a limit to how much she's willing to do, and she's not climbing the building.
It's a bit of protection, it's a slight easing of the mind, it's an attempted ward against nightmares and disturbed thoughts (even if her lingering sick feelings make it imperfect). And in the morning light, it's unpleasant to those with hellish connections. Were she in a better state, the wards would be more than unpleasant, they'd be impenetrable. But as they stand, it's just a nudge away to those touched by hell.]