Wendy the Werewolf Cabin, Wednesday Afternoon

[glacial_witch]

After the Reserves meeting, Karla met up with Rachel and headed back to her alcove. "You ready for this?" she asked as she pulled out a large, half-spun tangled web and put it on her bed. "It's actually going to be kinda boring for you. There's nothing really for you to do until I'm done. Would you like a book to read?" Karla felt a little funny--

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[trigons_child]

"I am ready," Raven said, anxious to hear what Karla would see and very curious about the web. She held out her hand. "I will not be bored. I will meditate until you are finished."

[glacial_witch]

"Okay then," Karla said, holding out her hand for Rachel's own. "When I'm done, you're going to hold onto this strand of spidersilk, okay? Let your blood soak into it." She gestured to the hanging strand directly in the center of the web.

[trigons_child]

Raven nodded. She had studied some of the basics blood magic back in Azarath and knew some people feared it and called it evil, but like all magics, it was the manner in which it was used that made it "good" or "evil." "Yes, I understand," she said.

[glacial_witch]

Karla took Rachel's hand and nicked it gently in the meaty part of her palm. The cut was tiny, but blood welled immediately to the surface. "Blood is the memory's river," Karla said quietly.