#tenebraemagia

tenebraemagia | fuonno | sedexitium | wyvernmistress | candiescrushed 

"...With that, I end our correspondence. Thank you for your guidance, o great ones." Libra lifted his head from where it was bowed, a look of relief softening his already feminine features. Prayer was part of his daily routine; the solitude calmed what fears and worries plagued him, and his exchange with the gods always seemed to soothe any troubled thoughts he had.

Although holding special meaning for Libra, the act itself was routine, standard-- uremarkable altogether, if not for the unexpected guest he found before him. He bobbed his head in greeting, but did not take his knee from the floor just yet, forgetting himself.

On the floor of her tent, sizzling a slow-burning hole into the ground around her feet, a glass vial previously filled with some noxious concoction lay shattered and wasted, and all because those accursed--

"Crows!" She storms out of her tent only to be greeted by her prediction: a whole flock of crows circling around a short distance from her tent for who knows what reason-- ah, but there was only one person in camp who would know: Henry.