Dæmons & Wizards [inspired by His Dark Materials]
[ @madamepicquery-motherofmacusa ]
The entire room is silent, the Council with grim expressions displayed upon their visage’
Today is the day to become blooded & soul bound to a dæmon. A highly important event that happened once in a wizard’s lifetime. The artifacts upon the different pedestald were lined in a row. Each one from a different family attending the Binding of Souls ceremony. The artifacts didn’t contain the dæmons but attracted them, especially ones with stronger ties to the object. Each one begins to glow, a low droning noise filling the air from their humming noises, signalling to begin.
The artifacts went silent as one on the far left began to shake & glow brighter than the rest, it’s noise loudest of all. To many it sounded like raucous humming, but to the person it responds to, it’s very different.
“Madame Picquery. Step forward.”
Dæmons are a rarity, few families have them, passed down to bond to the next generation. However this is an old practice. The few families are of old magicks, only one family is an elder muggle line that extends back farther than anyone can remember.
Upon the podium, sand begins to gather & swirl.
The Egyptian artifact calls to the woman. Pulsing & shaking. Faint voices & music of the past whispering & echoing.
