She peered over the book cover onto the pages to see where Azazeal had lain a long, elegant fingertip. It was the Rite of Cutting a Doorway Between the Worlds and at best it was one of the most advanced spells that she had ever heard of, let alone tried. It was something that even some Initiates on the Fortunate Island could not do successfully, and certainly not before they had undertaken their real training. Jocelyn stiffled the urge to gasp. "I've not done that one before, Azazeal" she said,"I only know it in theory."
Azazeal's unblinking gaze held hers, yet he did not speak. The look in his eyes and the slight smile that curved at his lips indicated that he honestly believed she could do it and succeed. 'What if she woke Maman?' she wondered to hereslf. Surely she would sense it if Jocelyn cut a dorway between one of the seven realms of existence into another!
Finally with a nod she rose and retrieved a small bundle of black hand woven and fringed silk. As the wrappings fell away in her agile fingers, at last was revealed the magical knife within it. The blade had barely been dedicated, etched with the Sidhe symbols that were indicative of her rank as a neophyte and dedicant. Someone was going to squawk when they found out thad she had attempted this, and if she succeeded, no doubt her mother, Amarante and even her father would query her intently as to just why.
Azazeal continued to look at her expectantly. With a deep breath she centred and gathered her thoughts. Standing just a few feet in front of him. She stared at a point on the wall that led out into the gardens. She closed her eyes, for a moment and began to intone in Sidhe. "Tiro! Lasto! No Viren, No diriel! Ceno! Alae! Tolo hi! Bertho! Avo 'osto! Avo acheno!" Her voice rose as a blue actinic maisma began to form in front of she and Azazeal. Like a bright cobalt pool of magma and light it began to open, stretching its fingers of light through the room. A slight breeze from the space that she had now opened began to blow through her hair and blow the curtains and other fabric and loose items throughout the room. She was not looking at Azazeal now, she could not fear, she dared not break her concentration. Only the sound of the thunderstorm outside pulled her thoughts slightly away from what was happening in front of her.
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Date: 2009-03-16 05:48 pm (UTC)Azazeal's unblinking gaze held hers, yet he did not speak. The look in his eyes and the slight smile that curved at his lips indicated that he honestly believed she could do it and succeed. 'What if she woke Maman?' she wondered to hereslf. Surely she would sense it if Jocelyn cut a dorway between one of the seven realms of existence into another!
Finally with a nod she rose and retrieved a small bundle of black hand woven and fringed silk. As the wrappings fell away in her agile fingers, at last was revealed the magical knife within it. The blade had barely been dedicated, etched with the Sidhe symbols that were indicative of her rank as a neophyte and dedicant. Someone was going to squawk when they found out thad she had attempted this, and if she succeeded, no doubt her mother, Amarante and even her father would query her intently as to just why.
Azazeal continued to look at her expectantly. With a deep breath she centred and gathered her thoughts. Standing just a few feet in front of him. She stared at a point on the wall that led out into the gardens. She closed her eyes, for a moment and began to intone in Sidhe. "Tiro! Lasto! No Viren, No diriel! Ceno! Alae! Tolo hi! Bertho! Avo 'osto! Avo acheno!" Her voice rose as a blue actinic maisma began to form in front of she and Azazeal. Like a bright cobalt pool of magma and light it began to open, stretching its fingers of light through the room. A slight breeze from the space that she had now opened began to blow through her hair and blow the curtains and other fabric and loose items throughout the room. She was not looking at Azazeal now, she could not fear, she dared not break her concentration. Only the sound of the thunderstorm outside pulled her thoughts slightly away from what was happening in front of her.