Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-33209858-20161206233939/@comment-30622263-20161207011317

Celadon West, as a rule of thumb, tended to... avoid mirrors. Not because he had anything particular against them, and he certainly wouldn't go out of his way to the point of inconvenience, but nevertheless, he found looking upon his own face something of a... distasteful pastime.

He required no mirrors to remind himself that he was still, as ever, thoroughly green.

Still... even he had to admit that they had their uses. There were MirrorPhones, for example-- West's lay charging, plugged into the outlet at the opposite side of the room. Then, of course, there were spell components, spell foci, mediums for channeling.

Component mirrors were generally simple enough, if you asked West. The shards of the mirror that the Evil Queen had broken out of last year were worth a fortune on eBroom or Hexlist, but there were other mirror-based components, like shavings of wood from the frame of a mirror-portal. Mirrors as mediums for channeling, too, were fairly basic-- very similar to the type of magic that powered the MirrorNet or the Queen's Magic Mirror, used to commune with creatures live or dead or neither.

The work that had brought him before a mirror now featured its use as a spell focus, something that would be used to cast a location spell to find his missing Hexology notebook. Of course, he couldn't use his MirrorPhone for this, as it would simply lead him to the source of its channeling magic. This mirror, palm-sized, was (presumably) unconnected as any sort of channeling medium, and so, smearing a line of red ink over its glassy surface, West began to cast, chanting in a slow, tenorous tone.

"Arrows turn and twist and wind," he muttered, quiet, "This spell I bid my object find!"

The frame seemed to visibly sizzle and tarnish as he cast, glowing hot for just a split-second before the mirror rotated in his palm, pointing the red ink in the (presumed) direction of his misplaced notebook.

He carried it facing upwards as he walked, using it as a compass. He scarcely noticed where it led him.