The Private Work Shed on the Grounds of the The Magic School
There was ice on the outside walls of the shed on the grounds of the Magic School that the Coven had claimed as their own private workshop long ago. The ice crawled along the grass for about three or four feet and stopped -- forming a circular area around the shed. The ice was so cold that it burned
Inside, Jaenelle, Witch, wandered through the Abyss clothed in confusion and grief. Saetan had been taken from the Village, and then Gabrielle disappeared, too. She had managed to keep control on the surface when she felt Saetan disappear, but feeling Gabrielle disappear shortly thereafter snapped the leash on her own emotions. Rather than let her control snap and harm innocents in this place, she had withdrawn; first to their workshop and then to the Abyss.
Time meant nothing in the Abyss.
*Lady!*
Outside, pacing along the edges of the ice, the large gray wolf alternated between snarling and whining. Four times the sun had gone down and come back up and his Queen was still gone.
*Jaenelle. JAENELLE!* A Purple Dusk thread, spear to distaff and there was still no answer. It was like before when no one could find her and Smoke didn't like it. He didn't like the idea that Jaenelle was hurt or that she wasn't responding. He knew she was hurting and that she wouldn't let him help her.
Not a good feeling for a devoted Prince.
Finally, Smoke laid down at the edge of the ice with his head on his front paws and whuffed in his throat again. He watched the door to the building, ready to attack if someone came to threaten his Queen.
[[OOC: Is open, but Jaenelle may not respond unless she knows you. She will not attack or harm anyone. She's grieving over losing her father and one of her sisters.]]
Inside, Jaenelle, Witch, wandered through the Abyss clothed in confusion and grief. Saetan had been taken from the Village, and then Gabrielle disappeared, too. She had managed to keep control on the surface when she felt Saetan disappear, but feeling Gabrielle disappear shortly thereafter snapped the leash on her own emotions. Rather than let her control snap and harm innocents in this place, she had withdrawn; first to their workshop and then to the Abyss.
Time meant nothing in the Abyss.
*Lady!*
Outside, pacing along the edges of the ice, the large gray wolf alternated between snarling and whining. Four times the sun had gone down and come back up and his Queen was still gone.
*Jaenelle. JAENELLE!* A Purple Dusk thread, spear to distaff and there was still no answer. It was like before when no one could find her and Smoke didn't like it. He didn't like the idea that Jaenelle was hurt or that she wasn't responding. He knew she was hurting and that she wouldn't let him help her.
Not a good feeling for a devoted Prince.
Finally, Smoke laid down at the edge of the ice with his head on his front paws and whuffed in his throat again. He watched the door to the building, ready to attack if someone came to threaten his Queen.
[[OOC: Is open, but Jaenelle may not respond unless she knows you. She will not attack or harm anyone. She's grieving over losing her father and one of her sisters.]]