ἡ Κρεσσιδά εὔχεται τὴν ΄Εκάτην. (magikos) wrote in st_margarets, @ 2015-10-19 10:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: cressida hallowfen, location: cressida's greenhouse |
Narrative: Seeking Answers
WHO: Cressida
WHEN: Oct. 19, afternoon
WHERE: Cressida's Greenhouse
Cressida hated this. All of this. She'd gone through everything over and over again where they'd found Jonah's body. She'd studied the sigil or what remained of it. The tree had burned enough that the scarring left behind was damaged by the water or by the fire itself. She wasn't the only one at a standstill as well. From what she knew, Micah couldn't find anything and Rafe had also done a great deal to find out how it happened. It was an enigma shrouded in a mystery and Cressida absolutely hated it. She felt her jaw clenching and then loosening. She had to sleep at some point. She hadn't slept much at all. Maybe a couple hours every night and she was using potions to keep the threatening migraines at bay and also to give her the boost she needed. She would find something, of that she was certain. But how much more? In her garden, she was pruning some flowers and Lord Byron sat nearby, slumbering peacefully. Cressida glanced at the dog and then to the flowers. Her hands pressed against the flat surface of the green house's table and she steadied herself. She needed to sleep. Her body could only endure this for so much longer before not even magic would be able to keep her eyes open. But in the end, Cressida knew she wouldn't stop chasing the answers until she had something. Something was better than this void of everything. A student had died and they had nothing to answer for it. They didn't even have people to not have answers for. The student was alone in this world and the school was meant to be his sanctuary. She didn't think she could relate to that fullest extent but perhaps she felt the need to at least give his death an answer. She hated not having the answers. Cressida was used to having so many of them. She could certainly accept when there was no answer available, but that was only after exhaustive research. When she went through each and every avenue and came up with nothing. Cressida was almost to that point but not quite. Her hands clenched into fists and she raised her head up, staring ahead at the glass that composed the walls of this little haven. The warmth of the greenhouse left her in short sleeves and a bead of sweat rolling down her cheek. Breathing out softly, she straightened herself up and went back to prune. She needed the leaves of this particular plant. Cressida would try some divination today, even if it was a weak suit for her. She had a cousin who had a great talent for it but he was away at school in England. For now, she would use what tea leaves she had and hope it could give her something. Anything. |