(OOC: Righto! I wasn't sure and I know athame can go either way, depending on what school one ascribes to, so I wanted to make sure. Anyway, congratulations Maggie! You just attracted a Pyre.)
So there was very little to disturb her along the way- plenty to catch her interest. Translucent people, lost people, laughing people, someone with what looked like beer, all of them coming into being and having their looks around the clearing. None of them seeming the least bit inclined to scrap. Not yet, anyway. But, with so many of them, each so different, altogether... and who knew what would come next?
The smell only deepened towards the ash tree. And some of the others as they winked in and caught themselves on each other, they carried their own after scents of magic, of ordinary perfume. But, there was this one smokey note that carried along, the same intensity and space no matter how the wind blew. Besides that as Maggie walked on, she began to get the impression. Whatever it might be, that smell moved behind her.
Turning to have a look found only a passel of clover. An umber brook salamander. And some laughing children.
She made to carry on her way when an orangey brown flash in her peripheral vision saw the salamander take a loping few steps after her. Besides that when she stopped again.
The salamander stopped too and cocked its head at her.
Re: Maggie
(OOC: Righto! I wasn't sure and I know athame can go either way, depending on what school one ascribes to, so I wanted to make sure. Anyway, congratulations Maggie! You just attracted a Pyre.)
So there was very little to disturb her along the way- plenty to catch her interest. Translucent people, lost people, laughing people, someone with what looked like beer, all of them coming into being and having their looks around the clearing. None of them seeming the least bit inclined to scrap. Not yet, anyway. But, with so many of them, each so different, altogether... and who knew what would come next?
The smell only deepened towards the ash tree. And some of the others as they winked in and caught themselves on each other, they carried their own after scents of magic, of ordinary perfume. But, there was this one smokey note that carried along, the same intensity and space no matter how the wind blew. Besides that as Maggie walked on, she began to get the impression. Whatever it might be, that smell moved behind her.
Turning to have a look found only a passel of clover. An umber brook salamander. And some laughing children.
She made to carry on her way when an orangey brown flash in her peripheral vision saw the salamander take a loping few steps after her. Besides that when she stopped again.
The salamander stopped too and cocked its head at her.