#(meena.)

where: ostra na bandeja sentence: "I have lost control." by @ofbadhumor

Atravessando as portas e surpresa de que haviam outras festas acontecendo, Periwinkle, ficava pensando se algum dia chegaria a esse tamanho de poder. Sabia que sua magia era voltada para o gelo, para o frio, mas o que mais o gelo poderia fazer? Será que mesmo fadas elementais não poderiam produzir outro tipo de magia? Ela gostaria de perguntar isso para os superiores, mas ao mesmo tempo não queria passar como se não gostasse do seu trabalho, pois ela realmente amava. Trazer aquela sensação de conforto, e lembranças para os outros era algo que trazia um sorriso para Peri, mas que mais ela poderia fazer? Qual era o seu potencial? Por que as fadas ali não discutiam sobre isso? Perdida em pensamentos notou que havia sido oferecido ostras para ela, e ela não gostava muito então negou, mas não pode deixar de ver o rosto de Meena empolgado ao comer. "Meena, vai com calma." Tentou avisar. Ela já conhecia alguns comentários sobre aquele tipo de comida. "Você sabe o que isso faz, né?"

Chandler’s idea was a great one in theory; he would go into Toil and Trouble Apothecary and get something to surprise Ellora with. He knew she was really into plant magic, so he was positive it’d be easy to find something for her. But as he entered the witch shop, he quickly found himself paralyzed from the amount of choices. Incense, gemstomes, candles, altar cloths, herbs, tarot decks....there was so much and none of the items in here had a neon sign above them with Ellora’s name written on them. Somehow that was the most shocking thing of all. The aroma of the incense and candles were a bit overwhelming to his shifter senses, so he found himself looking at the crystals. Rocks were from Earth after all, so something here had to be right. But it felt like there were hundreds of options....He decided green stones were the safest bet, but that thought process was mostly based off of Avatar the Last Airbender’s color scheme so he really had no idea if he was on the right track. He held zoisite and malachite in his hands and while trying to figure out what the hell the difference was between them, realized he had no idea which stone he got from which box. “Shit.” He said to himself. His first thought was to just guess at where to put each stone back; he figured he had about a 50/50 chance of getting it right and those seemed like good odds to him. But he was worried he’d fuck up the shop’s energy or aura or whatever if he got it wrong.