"Oh, yes," she agrees. "The more specific the spirit, the more particular the Summoning. As it happens, I'm very familiar with the soul I'm calling, but well-prepared is half done, as they say."
She casts an interested, approving glance at the flute, arches an eyebrow and says: "Can't wait to learn about that...now then, shall we?"
She places her hands, palms up, at the edge of the table, arms slightly outstretched, and nods for Wei Wuxian to do the same: their hands become nodes quartering the circle of the table. With all in place, she begins.
"You who were betrayed. You who were lost by surprise. You who died protecting that which was most precious to you, listen up!
"I am a spirit-caller of the House of the Fifth. I am Abigail for my mothers, Pent for my people. I bid you come, I offer you a hand in guidance. I name you: Sir Magnus Quinn, Seneschal of the Koniortos Court, Cavalier Primary of the Fifth House, best of husbands and best of men. Dear, come say hello to Wei Wuxian, won't you?"
For a moment, nothing seems to happen. Then, the light gutters, as though the room were lit by dozens of candles all flickering at once. Abigail Pent's eyes are open, the pupils blown wide and black, and she's broken out into a light sweat, but she smiles.
"Come along, darling; we've only got eternity, you know."
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Date: 2020-10-28 02:03 am (UTC)She casts an interested, approving glance at the flute, arches an eyebrow and says: "Can't wait to learn about that...now then, shall we?"
She places her hands, palms up, at the edge of the table, arms slightly outstretched, and nods for Wei Wuxian to do the same: their hands become nodes quartering the circle of the table. With all in place, she begins.
"You who were betrayed. You who were lost by surprise. You who died protecting that which was most precious to you, listen up!
"I am a spirit-caller of the House of the Fifth. I am Abigail for my mothers, Pent for my people. I bid you come, I offer you a hand in guidance. I name you: Sir Magnus Quinn, Seneschal of the Koniortos Court, Cavalier Primary of the Fifth House, best of husbands and best of men. Dear, come say hello to Wei Wuxian, won't you?"
For a moment, nothing seems to happen. Then, the light gutters, as though the room were lit by dozens of candles all flickering at once. Abigail Pent's eyes are open, the pupils blown wide and black, and she's broken out into a light sweat, but she smiles.
"Come along, darling; we've only got eternity, you know."