Post by The Librarian on Sept 2, 2011 6:11:11 GMT -8
The evening had gone well, women both young and mature sitting and chatting like old hens. Tea and cake merely and excuse to gather and renew friendships, perhaps start new ones. As Sage cleaned away she thought of Ismene... Ismene who's face was drawn and tight, when the spoke Sunday evening. Who asked with a meek smile, not to be tempted when Sage offered to call the trees to be her champion. Setting the remains of the quiet night in the kitchen, Sage thought she was heading to bed but found herself in her Lab staring at her scrying bowl. Sitting down in front of the bowl Sage filled it with rain water then added a splash of oil to it. Taking her glass ceremonial dagger Sage stirred the water the oil splaying out across the surface the candlelight picking up soft haze of colour over the top of the water.
Sage had done it before, cast the art of Soothsay to check on friends and family... she concentrated on Ismene wanting to know she was alright. After a few moments an image came into view. Ismene, nothing of note of her surroundings, only a haggardness about her, a tiredness to her eyes. Sage felt sad that she had been unable to join them for tea, for a few hours away to relax. Sage stirred the bowl breaking the image, hoping that Ismene had a chance at least to find some solitude and enjoy the tea she sent. With a soft sigh the Ghille Dhu left her lab to lay down. Jeanne sleeping quietly a soft smile on her face in the next bed was a small joy. Laying down and pulling the blanket up round her shoulders Sage drifted to sleep thinking of Ismene and wondering what could have her so heavy hearted.
Sage had done it before, cast the art of Soothsay to check on friends and family... she concentrated on Ismene wanting to know she was alright. After a few moments an image came into view. Ismene, nothing of note of her surroundings, only a haggardness about her, a tiredness to her eyes. Sage felt sad that she had been unable to join them for tea, for a few hours away to relax. Sage stirred the bowl breaking the image, hoping that Ismene had a chance at least to find some solitude and enjoy the tea she sent. With a soft sigh the Ghille Dhu left her lab to lay down. Jeanne sleeping quietly a soft smile on her face in the next bed was a small joy. Laying down and pulling the blanket up round her shoulders Sage drifted to sleep thinking of Ismene and wondering what could have her so heavy hearted.