Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27226023-20150807001143/@comment-26807691-20150819233825

((I should reeeally mention Nys' China Sorrows-like powers on her page, huh?))

The whispers grew in volume, but refused to form into coherent words. As Emma wandered off, Nys took a step forward and tapped the edge of the carving with her boot's silver heel. The circle glowed with a dull white light, and stung Angeline's incredibly-well-manufactured eyes.

((Cerise, now would be a brilliant time for Annie to begin writhing in pain or wake up or something. I don't control what the spell does, just put it into motion.))