I close my eyes; I center. I breathe.
After a time, I allow my hands to venture forth again, and I select another artifact, or tangle thereof.
The tiny bottles jangle together on their chain. She strolls through the checkpoint, smiling at the guards. Don't look at me, she willed. It's only jewelry. Not worthy of notice.
She feels the tingle of the guard's scan, and is blank and pleasant for him. She smiles prettily, and he grunts and nods her through.
She strides through the walled city - not too quickly. Finds the house. Finds the man. With one deft movement, tucking her fingers under into her cupped palm, she shatters two of the tiny potion bottles on her bracelet; they combine as they sink into the ground beside his window with the tiniest of sizzles.
From there, she does not stride. She runs. It's a nasty mixture, and the dogs will be after her in under five minutes. Best to be well away. Get the paycheck. Keep moving.
Potion bottle necklace and earrings by Shrijani of Delanuit. Earrings are labradorite; necklace is carnelian, labradorite, bloodstone, base metal, sterling and leather cord. Sold separately.
Team Venture is caffeinated. Wooha.
Max is being an absolute love. He's curled up on Elayna's bean bag chair, watching all the action and basking in the kittylove. I am covered in cat fur.
The first third is over! It's all uphill from here....
Blogathon 2008. 24 hours of spontaneous fiction for BARCC.