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[Elphaba has located the cemetery and carted the journal and the Grimmerie with her. A shrine in the privacy of her room just...doesn't seem fitting. Not for Nessa. As much as she could never please the girl, despite how much she despised her in the end, she was still family and not someone the Wicked Witch would easily forget. So, with a pair of slippers in her hands, she locates the grave, placing both books on the ground, the journal opening beside her as she flips to the spell she's looking for and begins to chant:]
Ambulahn Dare Pahto Pahpoot Ambulahn Dasca Caldapess... Lahfenahto Lahfenahtum Pede Pede Caldapess...
[Anyone wandering through the graveyard will spot her casting her spell on these slippers -- now ruby and sparkling with magic. They also seem firmly afixed to the tombstone of "Nessarose Thropp", along with several white roses and other flowers.]
Nessa...I'm so sorry. For everything.
[And now, she addresses the journal.]
There's a grave missing here. Or perhaps I've not looked hard enough, but regardless. A strange tradition, for sure. Bittersweet and strange, but...
[ooc: Open to graveyard goers~ o/]
Ambulahn Dare Pahto Pahpoot Ambulahn Dasca Caldapess... Lahfenahto Lahfenahtum Pede Pede Caldapess...
[Anyone wandering through the graveyard will spot her casting her spell on these slippers -- now ruby and sparkling with magic. They also seem firmly afixed to the tombstone of "Nessarose Thropp", along with several white roses and other flowers.]
Nessa...I'm so sorry. For everything.
[And now, she addresses the journal.]
There's a grave missing here. Or perhaps I've not looked hard enough, but regardless. A strange tradition, for sure. Bittersweet and strange, but...
[ooc: Open to graveyard goers~ o/]