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hadriel_logs2018-08-25 12:12 am
ibiza) wrote in hadriel_logs2018-08-25 12:12 am
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Who: Margo and Group P
What: Margo is wandering, looking for ingredients for a spell
Where: East Island
When: Earlier today
Warnings: None yet!
It had been days since she’d seen Seth or Leo and Margo had started to feel sick with worry for both of them. She’d tried to cast a location spell, but instead of leading her to her chosen family her magic had failed her. It felt like she should have known this was coming. Things had been so good at their house. She and Seth had mentioned someday getting married and were getting closer. Leo was Leo, still like a little brother that she loved to annoy. Now they were both gone.
She looked pitiable. Her eyes were puffy from crying and she hadn’t felt like putting a whole lot of effort into her appearance. All of her strength was channeled into trying spell after spell, trying to find Seth and Leo.
Margo wandered the island, trying to find enough smooth stones for the next spell she would cast. She was at the point where, if she saw any familiar face, it would have lifted her spirits and spurred her on. It was funny how even the most pessimistic Queen in Fillory could cling to hope when love and family were involved.
What: Margo is wandering, looking for ingredients for a spell
Where: East Island
When: Earlier today
Warnings: None yet!
It had been days since she’d seen Seth or Leo and Margo had started to feel sick with worry for both of them. She’d tried to cast a location spell, but instead of leading her to her chosen family her magic had failed her. It felt like she should have known this was coming. Things had been so good at their house. She and Seth had mentioned someday getting married and were getting closer. Leo was Leo, still like a little brother that she loved to annoy. Now they were both gone.
She looked pitiable. Her eyes were puffy from crying and she hadn’t felt like putting a whole lot of effort into her appearance. All of her strength was channeled into trying spell after spell, trying to find Seth and Leo.
Margo wandered the island, trying to find enough smooth stones for the next spell she would cast. She was at the point where, if she saw any familiar face, it would have lifted her spirits and spurred her on. It was funny how even the most pessimistic Queen in Fillory could cling to hope when love and family were involved.
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Or, she could, but at a cost. And that is not what this woman needs right now, as her predicament has resulted in more sorrow than the desired fear. Are the two really all that different, in the end? Emotions are but temporary sparks in the brain. There is no such scientific reasoning for someone who is dead and bodiless. Even the body she projects is but a manipulation of perception, her steps making no telltale padding of footfalls as she easily locates one of the few that Ravine is left with.
While Ravine cannot offer familiarity, she can provide presence, rather than being a spirit wandering in between. She has already spoken with the other two. Perhaps it is time for Ravine to make herself known to the third and last.
"Hello," she starts off with a greeting.
Nailed it.