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Brynhild Ingouf (brynhild_ingouf) wrote in spinningcompass,

Bryn watched him work, remaining silent as she took in any gestures made. The careful pronunciation of the words that he spoke, knowing that was just as important as the words themselves. It was almost lyrical, sure to the untrained ear they were just words, but she wasn't untrained. She tried her best not to do anything distracting as he... added his own blood to the spell. What would this cost them?

When asked she stood up and grabbed the asked for whiskey bottle. "I didn't ask, what is this spell going to cost?" And she knew he would know she wasn't asking about what he was going to charge. What was a spell of this caliber going to charge one, or both of them? Or would her 'immortality' be enough of a price? "Oh, and do you want any of my blood? For spells, or just in case." She wasn't sure if her blood would have any of the vampirism left in it after his spell, but he was the only person she trusted with it. She handed him the empty bottle.