gretchen watkins is the spice of life (toffer) wrote in changedrpg,
"I know when to keep my mouth shut," Gretchen responded, reaching out for the box, her mind entirely on the task ahead. Perhaps she should've brought Trevor, or Claudia, to watch her back while she was working, because she knew she became completely drawn into her work, unknowing to the world around her. She reached out and tugged the box closer, losing herself in it as she closed her eyes, feeling out the ancient magic and trying to work her way in.
She wasn't sure how long she worked, peeling back the layers of the ward as the ancient magic fought to stabilise itself. It seemed like mere moments before she blinked and a ward slipped back, but when she straightened up to grin triumphantly at MacNair, her back and shoulders ached, her neck twinged and she blinked again, glancing at the clock and mentally swearing.
It was almost three o'clock in the morning! She'd been gone for hours, Trevor and Claudia would not be happy. "One down," she told Walden, her voice hoarse from disuse.