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Larkspur D'Angelo · 08-28-2011, 01:00 PM

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pray to your god, open your heart

+3. Yay for presents.

It took him several attempts before he reasoned out that the collection of things was meant to be a necklace. Fragile and sacred as it was, Larkspur was ginger about placing it around his broad head. He found that the construction, even if it was not as pretty as some of the work others could do, felt powerful. She had made him something while invoking both his shadow-god and her own sun-god. There was an essence of them both within, he reasoned, and thus this was an object to be used when magic was needed.

White-speckled hand rose and touched the feathers gingerly. His ears twitched as they listened to that unspoken voice and knew his belief was correct—she had infused magic within the feathers and beads and trappings of this object. “No, perhaps not…your snake,” he said, finally bold enough to mention it. “That is one of Tak’s animals. He speaks through the eagle, the snake, and the spider.” These power-animals were universal, it seemed—cross-cultural ideas of what it was to know might in another form, to know animals that were powerful and to be respected.

The thought suddenly recalled the basket perched in the barn. “Wait here,” he said, perhaps more sharply than he intended. Quickly he turned and strode into the building, glad that it was empty except for the frightened deer in the final stall. Larkspur had been told explicitly by Sirius what to find for the Crone, though he was nervous about keeping it around the horses. Thankfully, she was here now—it had only rested within the barn for a few hours. He picked the woven basked up gingerly, as if what was inside might be able to strike through the reeds.

With great care, he advanced towards the witch-woman and presented her the basket with little flourish. “Sirius asked that we bring back a gift for you,” he explained, for the idea was the Boss’ alone.

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