She focuses past Moiraine, into the distance, turning her mind of the heat of putrefaction and the blaze of the cremator; the burning incense and ancient fatty candle of the Ninth. Passing the thalergy through the fire and accepting the thanergy that comes out the other side, a sort of conceptual cremain.
A loop of the weaving passes onto her finger, the red light tarnishing and burning green like swampfire.
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Date: 2020-09-06 01:50 am (UTC)She focuses past Moiraine, into the distance, turning her mind of the heat of putrefaction and the blaze of the cremator; the burning incense and ancient fatty candle of the Ninth. Passing the thalergy through the fire and accepting the thanergy that comes out the other side, a sort of conceptual cremain.
A loop of the weaving passes onto her finger, the red light tarnishing and burning green like swampfire.