Orion finishes making his tea, and brings it in. Shifting through amber, gold, and brown, the liquid gives off a sharp, spicy sent. Setting a cup down in front of Samandriel, the man sets himself on top of a low bookshelf, and starts to leaf through some pages. The cottage is crowded with books, of all sorts and types, some in languages even Samandriel doesn't understand
The Summoned frowns at the liquid at first. He slips one of his rings off and dips it in the tea. After a few moments, the ring remains unchanged. He slips it back on and slowly drinks the tea, grateful that the warmth is starting to help him regenerate
(Abigail, the sprites have lead you to Orion's cottage, an enticing tea beckons you forward. Small faerie lights illuminate parts of the garden)
(Abigail, the sprites have lead you to Orion's cottage, an enticing tea beckons you forward. Small faerie lights illuminate parts of the garden)
(Okay) Ree walked to the cottage, and knocked on the door.
"Better check that," Sam mumbled
There was a soft scratch noise that could be heard outside Lucy’s bedroom window. She got out of bed, and peered out the window, squinting in the darkness. She sighed sharply and went outside walking towards the direction of where the noise was.
Lucy stopped at one of her warded trees, frowning at the sight of it. Her warding, which had been painted onto the bark, looked to be scratched off messily. “What in God’s name?” She murmured.
(have the errors finally stopped for everyone else?)
(I think I'm gonna back out of this rp)
( :(, okay, till we meet again)
(I guess we can't really continue until Dara and Urban get back)
(this rp lowkey died lol)
(AYYYYY! So… now
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(Lmao sorry I was busy over the weekend.)
(I’m just waiting for anyone else to say something.)
Lata is sitting at the table, flipping through one of the books from Orion's shelves. They were actually very interesting. Maybe if she had time later, she could look through a spell book or two.
(Ayy, sorry for any late responses, I’m in class atm.)
(yeah I'm in class too lol) Sam drank the last of his tea, glad that there was at least one thing warm in this world