The Crone
The Crone rose from her seat, perhaps a few too many swills of the local mead had passed her lips, but she looked around, first snapping her fingers to feel the amount of electricity in the air before she began to mumble softly under her breath.
She paused for a moment, waiting to see if anyone noticed the crackling going through the air but none had. No one had even really noticed her, drinking quietly in the corner until she decided to play around.
Despite her, long forgotten, number of years, she still liked to play a trick or two from time to time.
The lightening began to form in sharp, loud cracks between her hands, causing the wench closest to her to half turn to the sound. "You can touch it, My Dear." The Crone cackled, a half smile on her lips as the incantations grew louder. "It won't hurt you a bit. It's merely a parlor trick I learned from a long forgotten God."
She pauses for a moment, licking her dry lips. "Or perhaps you'd rather just fill my cup again, eh?" she said, clapping her hands loud enough Zed, the Tavern Owner, jumped behind the bar before once again taking her seat, a pleased smile on her ancient lips.
Musing
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Brighton Hoodie Hair - ALL (Group Gift)
Reborn Nail HUD - Black Magic
Elder Hag Head (includes skin & shape)
REBORN - v 1.69.6
War Caster
Borrowed The Flaming Crocus Tavern, from the imagination of Liam Hopkins-Azura, for these pics. Contact Liam (Liamhopkins) inworld if you'd like to be a part of this month long adventure.
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