Aurane doesn’t care. Clearly. Which renders her insignificant in Shaytan’s obssessive eyes. Just like that, the bay mare fades into the background, and Shaytan doesn’t even bother to acknowledge her departure. She’s petty like that. Instead, her gaze feasts ravenously on the dancing flames, barely daring to believe that Straia has granted her permission to be the first to try out the sacred tree.
And then the nip. Ahhhhh. Contact. Maybe her beloved Queen does love her after all. Just a teensy, weensy bit?
Her eyes reflect a sort of manic feverity as she steps even closer to the trunk. It requires blood, and while she would just love to offer it a dead bunny, she doesn’t have one right now. Shay has only herself - and nothing to facilitate bloodletting. Hmmm. She spots a decently sized, edged rock a couple of steps away and reaches over to grab it in her teeth, bringing it down upon her foreleg. It isn’t that sharp though, so it takes some finagling until she can break the skin. Crimson spots begin to well up on her graying coat, and she extends her leg in a very awkward manner, trying to shake the blood off her and on to the bark. Or roots. Once again, the mechanics of where and how she’s supposed to give the offering to make the magic work.
She must get it right - somehow - because the flames roar to life in front of her. Whether only she can see it, or if it’s impressive to Straia too, is unknown. The images weave in and out before her eyes, twisting rapidly into this and that and present her with pictures that do and do not make sense. After a couple of moments, she shakes her head as if to clear something from the edges of her vision. Awe-struck, Shaytan turns to Straia and nods. “It works… Did you see that? Are you going to try?”
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