Sabriel drifts through the halls, intact but wary. The black water that had greeted her upon her arrival was uncomfortably familiar, but Death didn't smell so foul- and it was far colder than this. And even if she can't sense the immediate presence of any Dead... there doesn't seem to be much alive in here, and even less outside, save for a few recent signs of human habitation.
But Sabriel has her sword and bells, and she arrived in her armor, which is some comfort- she isn't defenseless, so her next concern is finding food, and drinkable water-
Sabriel's train of thought is cut off by the sound of opposing footsteps, and she whirls around- one hand drawing her sword from her hip, the other tracing a glowing mark in the air.
Circus; popcorn
It looks in better shape than much of the food she's seen so far- and to Sabriel, popcorn brings back memories of her time in Ancelstierre- back when she was a student, instead of Abhorsen. There's just one question.
"How does it work?"
Misc: Magic
After some time exploring the building as much as she can, and growing frustrated with all that she can't find, Sabriel retreats to an out of the way corner with a scavenged bowl.
Sitting in front of it, Sabriel reaches into the Charter- and for all that it's draining, there's some relief in focusing on nothing but the flow and the symbols she needs as she traces them out in the air- and watching as water condenses around them and drops into the bowl before she does it again, generating around a cup of water with each casting.
Sabriel | Old Kingdom Chronicles
Sabriel drifts through the halls, intact but wary. The black water that had greeted her upon her arrival was uncomfortably familiar, but Death didn't smell so foul- and it was far colder than this. And even if she can't sense the immediate presence of any Dead... there doesn't seem to be much alive in here, and even less outside, save for a few recent signs of human habitation.
But Sabriel has her sword and bells, and she arrived in her armor, which is some comfort- she isn't defenseless, so her next concern is finding food, and drinkable water-
Sabriel's train of thought is cut off by the sound of opposing footsteps, and she whirls around- one hand drawing her sword from her hip, the other tracing a glowing mark in the air.
Circus; popcorn
It looks in better shape than much of the food she's seen so far- and to Sabriel, popcorn brings back memories of her time in Ancelstierre- back when she was a student, instead of Abhorsen. There's just one question.
"How does it work?"
Misc: Magic
After some time exploring the building as much as she can, and growing frustrated with all that she can't find, Sabriel retreats to an out of the way corner with a scavenged bowl.
Sitting in front of it, Sabriel reaches into the Charter- and for all that it's draining, there's some relief in focusing on nothing but the flow and the symbols she needs as she traces them out in the air- and watching as water condenses around them and drops into the bowl before she does it again, generating around a cup of water with each casting.