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middaeg2019-12-05 02:40 pm
sageprincess) wrote in middaeg2019-12-05 02:40 pm
Entry tags:
glass half empty, glass half full
Who: Zelda and Scathach
When: Early December
Where: The Coven
What: Capital-B Bonding
Warnings: None
[A month has passed since Samuin, and... nothing's happened. No crisis, no great tragedy, no grand political upheaval; the simmering pot that is Aefenglom has simply continued to do just that: simmer.
And yet, here they are, sitting in the antechamber to the Coven's Bonding ceremony room, waiting for the native witch to finish their preparations. She had given Scathach the time that she had asked for to consider her flustered offer, and in the absence of any other disasters and despite the presence of a myriad of other options, she still... chose her. It's odd, sitting with that feeling; she didn't truly have the luxury of contemplation when she came here with Giorno, bursting at the seams with magic as she was. It's odd, but not bad. Just... different. New. A little confusing, running somewhat counter to her own assessment of herself, but she supposes she doesn't much have the right to argue against it, given that she was the one who brought it up in the first place.
So she sits, idly doodling various runes and sigils in the air (this one means fire, this one invokes ice...) to keep her mind occupied. To stop her lightly buzzing nerves from getting the better of her. When the door finally opens and the officiant gestures them into the next room, she takes a deep, steeling breath, remembers be at ease, my lady, and tries to keep the waver out of her voice as she asks:]
... Are you ready? There is no rush, if not.
[Never mind that she's probably asked "are you sure?" at least three different times in the process of getting this all set up. She just doesn't want anyone to feel pressured here...!
Well. Pressured by things outside of the very laws of nature of this world. She unfortunately can't do very much about that.]
When: Early December
Where: The Coven
What: Capital-B Bonding
Warnings: None
[A month has passed since Samuin, and... nothing's happened. No crisis, no great tragedy, no grand political upheaval; the simmering pot that is Aefenglom has simply continued to do just that: simmer.
And yet, here they are, sitting in the antechamber to the Coven's Bonding ceremony room, waiting for the native witch to finish their preparations. She had given Scathach the time that she had asked for to consider her flustered offer, and in the absence of any other disasters and despite the presence of a myriad of other options, she still... chose her. It's odd, sitting with that feeling; she didn't truly have the luxury of contemplation when she came here with Giorno, bursting at the seams with magic as she was. It's odd, but not bad. Just... different. New. A little confusing, running somewhat counter to her own assessment of herself, but she supposes she doesn't much have the right to argue against it, given that she was the one who brought it up in the first place.
So she sits, idly doodling various runes and sigils in the air (this one means fire, this one invokes ice...) to keep her mind occupied. To stop her lightly buzzing nerves from getting the better of her. When the door finally opens and the officiant gestures them into the next room, she takes a deep, steeling breath, remembers be at ease, my lady, and tries to keep the waver out of her voice as she asks:]
... Are you ready? There is no rush, if not.
[Never mind that she's probably asked "are you sure?" at least three different times in the process of getting this all set up. She just doesn't want anyone to feel pressured here...!
Well. Pressured by things outside of the very laws of nature of this world. She unfortunately can't do very much about that.]