Ariana Silver (raise_the_dead) wrote in the_obscured, @ 2014-07-07 21:30:00 |
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Walking Among the Dead
Characters: Ariana
When: Monday, after dark but before midnight
Location: the graveyard near her house
Warnings/Rating: None
Summary: Ari walks a cemetery because reasons
Status: Narrative
Richard was home, and settled, and that was good. Jaime was distracted, and that was ... interesting. She'd heard the why, and she hoped for the poor girl's sake it worked out in the end, however she wanted it to go. While Ari generally tried not to cross any employer/employee lines, it was a little more difficult with Jaime, given Ari's own association with Richard -- and the fact they were all witches. She had met the stray witch, and that was also interesting. She had offered to assist if it came to that, or if Jaime (or Richard) needed a break. Ari couldn't honestly wrap her head around it all -- to not know for so long. It wasn't that she didn't understand how it could happen; she simply couldn't imagine dealing with it. For his part, Eli seemed to be taking it well, and she hoped he was a quick study. In this environment, the faster he could get a handle on his power, the better. After closing up for the night, Ari had drifted home for a late dinner before roaming restlessly around her house. She knew she could call Richard if she was so inclined, but she also suspected her restlessness might be frustrating to deal with. She knew what it was; it was the same thing it always was. Every once in a while, her magic pushed. She wouldn't raise anything because there was no point to it. She didn't have the patience for a minor spell, or a potion -- or anything that in particular needed to be crafted. So she paced, and eventually she left her house. There was a small graveyard near her house; it had honestly been one of the selling points for her. Quieter than the larger cemetery, but still public so it wasn't completely suspicious if she prowled it. Which was good, given how often she found herself prowling lately. There was something just comforting about being near so many corpses. It was morbid if she thought about it too much, but it was what it was. She was sure a witch with healing powers hung around a maternity ward or something. All the brand new life likely did for them what all the dead bodies did for her. It quieted things down. Even now, at her age, she had no idea how or why it worked, only that it did. She strolled through a cemetery, and she could think again without her magic demanding her attention. She always wondered if other elementals had the same trouble, but neither Richard nor Jaime appeared to be pyromaniacs -- so she doubted it. Maybe it was why necromancers had been so desperately hunted. Maybe they simply couldn't help raising the dead. With a soft sigh, Ariana let herself inside the cemetery. She moved aimlessly through the uneven rows of markers, opening herself a little to the aura of the place. Her eyes half-closed as her hands dangled at her sides. When she reached the center of the cemetery, she settled herself in the center of a quartet of graves and she simply listened to the night as she felt the light play of magic around her. Nothing strong enough to raise anything, but just a slow bleed of pent up power until her mind had cleared and settled. |