The tangled web unweaves.
The runes are laid out. Everyone is assembled. It's nearing time.
Therese is curled up, barely lucid in a chair but unrestrained. Next to her, Amelia is propped against the wall, not quite standing well herself. They've done something to keep her in a five-foot range of the chair. She's not looking at any of them.
In a corner of the room, Louis has his pet, Crystal, in his lap, as seems to be the usual. He's feeding her almonds piece by piece, and she's giggling. The rest have assemblage of their own, merely waiting for the right thing to happen.
Phillip is near the center of the circle, discussing final mapping with Angela in low tones. He feels the tense and pull of something changing in his enviornment. He lifts his head, smiling. "We have company."
Therese is curled up, barely lucid in a chair but unrestrained. Next to her, Amelia is propped against the wall, not quite standing well herself. They've done something to keep her in a five-foot range of the chair. She's not looking at any of them.
In a corner of the room, Louis has his pet, Crystal, in his lap, as seems to be the usual. He's feeding her almonds piece by piece, and she's giggling. The rest have assemblage of their own, merely waiting for the right thing to happen.
Phillip is near the center of the circle, discussing final mapping with Angela in low tones. He feels the tense and pull of something changing in his enviornment. He lifts his head, smiling. "We have company."