WHO: Molly Carpenter and OPEN WHAT: Thinking, pondering, doing magic WHEN: Friday morning WHERE: In a field WARNINGS: TBD, Likely low STATUS: Open/Ongoing
Molly was sitting cross-legged on the frosty ground. It was just a little after eight o'clock, and while morning had certainly come, the sun hadn't yet managed to peek its way over the two-story buildings of downtown Madison, so the day was still somewhat shadowed, allowing the frost to still carpet the grass.
Molly didn't seem to notice. She was dressed in shorts, a t-shirt, and had her hair pulled back into a sloppy ponytail. She'd not been up long, but the morning was fresh, cold, and lovely, and she'd been incapable of not going outside to enjoy it. Every day, Winter came closer, and she felt the strength inside her grow. It was a wonderful feeling, and it was everything she could do not to absolutely give into it.
But she wasn't going to do that anymore. She wasn't. She'd already humiliated herself enough in this place by giving into the Winter Mantle, and she was determined to be in charge from this point on.
She'd sent Marius a text not long after she'd awakened. She hadn't written many Dear John letters, and it really wasn't personal...she just didn't want anyone getting too close. And they'd been together for quite a while now, and...well...she was afraid they were getting close to the point when things would get weird. And she didn't need any more weird at the moment.
She'd come out to the field this morning not to practice Winter stuff, but to make sure she could still use her magic. This place was far enough off the road that people walking by wouldn't notice, and if she had her way, they wouldn't notice anything anyway. That was the beauty of veils.
Closing her eyes, she focused her magic, mouthed the incantation, and to the casual observer, disappeared.