#thewaywardprotector

The strokes of the brush were meticulous, every line carefully painted on and traced over twice, brown eyes shifting from paper to skin as the witch made sure the symbols matched perfectly. "Stop moving," she ordered, grabbing Zara's arm by the wrist to hold it in place, wanting to prevent any of the ink she had spent hours crafting spilling onto the floor. She hoped they wouldn't have to reuse it at all, that the huntress wouldn't encounter anything that could possibly burn through the Enochian symbols. But just in case, it was better to avoid carelessly wasting it.

Once Samara decided she was finished, she closed the ink box and placed the brush on the bathroom counter. "You gotta let it dry." She leaned against the wall, looking over the items Zara had brought with her. "Then you should cover them up. Don't attract attention to yourself." Her gaze settled on a hunting knife, which she had been instructed to paint a different symbol on, her arms crossing along her chest. "--For how long do you have to stay on patrol?"