The Best-Laid Plans... [open to the household, and those few given leave to enter as they wish]
She sank down to the floor, heedless of all except the ash collecting in her hands. It had been a fan a moment earlier, a delicate creation of bamboo and silk, gaily painted by her own hand. And now, as she watched, all the work came undone, the last embers of the misfired magic burning themselves out against her charred skin. Her cheeks were slick with tears, and through them she couldn't tell where the fan ended and her skin began anymore.
She didn't know where the magic had gone wrong: there had been no warnings that she could discern. She didn't know why she had been judged unworthy of this thing she craved, this thing she needed. But such thoughts were soon overwhelmed with other, more pressing concerns. She moaned, low in her chest, as the first waves of pain battered against her; it was followed by a higher keening sound as the room turned frigid.
A freezing wind. Winter wind.
She launched herself at the door and stumbled through it to try and escape the cold, but the hall was no haven.
((See why she thinks magic needs to be respected? ;) For the next five nights she's going to have horrible nightmares, and for the next month she'll be followed by "a chilling breeze or wind" (only evident to other fae or those around when she calls the Wyrd). Nightmare Dice are very bad things sometimes.))
She didn't know where the magic had gone wrong: there had been no warnings that she could discern. She didn't know why she had been judged unworthy of this thing she craved, this thing she needed. But such thoughts were soon overwhelmed with other, more pressing concerns. She moaned, low in her chest, as the first waves of pain battered against her; it was followed by a higher keening sound as the room turned frigid.
A freezing wind. Winter wind.
She launched herself at the door and stumbled through it to try and escape the cold, but the hall was no haven.
((See why she thinks magic needs to be respected? ;) For the next five nights she's going to have horrible nightmares, and for the next month she'll be followed by "a chilling breeze or wind" (only evident to other fae or those around when she calls the Wyrd). Nightmare Dice are very bad things sometimes.))