The Craft ~ by SaralynArati

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7 years ago

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From above and to the left, lightning arced toward Ynarra. Without even turning, she held up an arm, and the ivy vine twined up her wrist channeled the electricity harmlessly into the floor. "Lightning, Elora? Aren't we a bit old for children's games?" the grandmother asked placidly. "But if you want to play..." and she held up a forked stick, sycamore, and static darted from one branch to the other. This she spun like yarn into a ball and hurled unerringly into the dimness to her right.

7 years ago

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"Very well, truthfully, I thought I might enjoy talking to you briefly. It's been so long since anyone could really appreciate me and what I've done. Now, though, you've begun to bore me. Goodbye, Ynarra." With another small motion of her hand, Elora doused every light in the room. Her laughter rang eerily from the walls and echoed beneath the high ceiling. Ynarra flung a handful of white corn pollen into the air and it hung there, wafting on its own breeze, radiating lambent golden light.

7 years ago

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"I have more faith in forty trained Yelaadim," smirked the woman on the throne. "Nonsense, Elora," her sister retorted, "you've never had any faith in anyone except yourself, and sometimes not that." The Traitor's face went white. No one had dared speak to her like that in decades, probably centuries. "Manners, Ynarra!" she managed. A gesture of Elora's sent the door slamming shut, however neither sister heard the thud. They were too focused on each other. "Truth, Elora!" Ynarra replied.

7 years ago

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"Weren't you paying attention, Ynarra? I said I was expecting you. I know all about your little invasion force. Your granddaughter may shield herself well enough, for a mere Mistress, but her powers don't stretch to hiding two humans and two... I suppose they must be weak Faes since they have their own fashion of cloaking. I hope you said goodbye to your Marea," Elora said, tapping her fingers on the staff resting beside her. Ynarra was unimpressed. "I have faith in Marea and her friends."

7 years ago

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"Forgive me, but I was expecting someone else. The one I sensed was... much younger." The redhead with white at her temples inclined her head as though listening. "I expect you've left her outside. Wise of you. Is she yours?" "Good evening, Elora," the somewhat older Witch acknowledged her sister. "Sadly, I was expecting you." She sighed, then smiled softly. "Yes, the one outside is my granddaughter, Marea. You never had children, did you? A pity." Elora's wrinkled eyes narrowed.

7 years ago