Ritual. . .?

[wooliefrand]

WHO: ALL
WHERE: THE PASTURE
WHEN: Day 60, Morning

[GOOOOOD MORNING it's been a nice few days, and it's even starting to warm up slightly--oh, wait, never mind. Thick black clouds gather in the sky, and there's a rumbling thunder, with stray lightning bolts here and there. The rain alternates between freezing cold but sparse and just sheets of downpour.

Well if you're determined enough you can still go about your business! Though looking out your window you might catch Blossom running back and forth to SOMEWHERE and also....a tree suddenly in the middle of the pasture. Nothing notable about it for now though.

Anyway how yall doing.


THIS IS A PRE-GAME MINGLE, feel free to chat or go about your day til start time (8PM EST) | RULES | ROOMS | RESULTS ]

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Re: RESULTS

[electricflock]

[tips his face towards quetzal's hand, always seeking touch. the stone is warm from Daffodil's powers, but that part of his face is frozen nonetheless. the eye doesn't blink and there's no crinkle of expression.

...he's also missing his shirt. a wolf ate it.]

We were being frozen. Went to Thistle, but nobody solved our room before we left.

Re: RESULTS

[finalbows]

Mn. You shouldn't have been punished just because someone else didn't have the wherewithal to get with the program.

[ moves to cup that side of his face... ]

...Can you still see from it?

Re: RESULTS

[electricflock]

I can't.

[he can't feel quetzal's hand either. his good eye widens in alarm, fear creeping in as the ritual's adrenaline fades.]

Re: RESULTS

[finalbows]

<sub>[ pets... whether Muffin can feel it or not.
fear's always been a pretty look on him. now, particularly. widened eyes, parted lips... it's just the right amount to be appreciable rather than souring. no imminent threat left to handle or be distracted by. just--

something to taken in and admire, for a fleeting moment.
because, this time, the demon's whims allowing... he would make sure it lasted only a fleeting moment. ]</sub>

Close your other eye for me?

Re: RESULTS

[electricflock]

[the stone eye is still fixed wide in confused alarm, but the other closes. still frightened and anxious, but trusting.]

Is this going to hurt?

Re: RESULTS

[finalbows]

...I should hope, not a bit.

[ The light of the Stona alternates green, and yellow. White magic, to coax what's been forced to stillness back to life, and eat away at curses.

Though Muffin can't see it...
The light gathers in the palm of his free hand... and he brings it to his own lips. It winks out, like a covered bulb.

he leans in, and kisses Muffin at the temple of his head, right beside the afflicted eye. The captured, focused-to-a-fine-point Stona pours into the spot. ]

Re: RESULTS

[electricflock]

[Muffin holds still, waiting blindly...

A chirp is the first sign of the Stona working— he felt that! The petrification lifts slowly enough to watch how stone softens away into warm skin and how the green returns to Muffin's frozen iris like dye, but it's still only a change of seconds. A testament to the spell's power...?

Muffin shuts his eye, then opens both of them, then blinks!]

—I can see you!

Re: RESULTS

[finalbows]

Oh? And here I thought I'd said to close your eyes...

<sub>[ teasing. there's mirth in his voice, but more than that, relief. After last time...

...he can see in his mind quite vividly the wound on Muffin's hand that had stubbornly remained, livid and raw. ]</sub>

Re: RESULTS

[electricflock]

[there’s shiny-new scars on Muffin’s hands if one knows where to look for them, and Quetzal does, but they’re healed. his face is healed! he’s whole and hale, and squinting his eyes playfully shut again as he laughs]

Didn’t say I couldn’t open them yet!

Re: RESULTS

[finalbows]

I didn't, did I. Now you've caught me in an oversight. Speaking of.

[ he wants to be symmetrical about this.
This time, without a spell behind it, he kisses his other temple. ]

Re: RESULTS

[electricflock]

[laughs again, ducking in surprise, then tipping toward Quetzal]

Got it? All better?