[ As is expected, Himeka readily volunteers herself to assist with what the mages think is best. She's ever curious about the magicks of this world and, really, who doesn't like Rowan? As light-hearted as she tries to keep things at times, there are noticeable bags around her eyes, beguiling the sleep she's tried to forgo to keep her own demons at bay. Yet she's still willing to share snacks with others on the way to the ritual site.
Which is...odd. And horrifying in a quiet sort of way. But a gathering quest seems easy enough all things considered. Himeka is using the apron of her dress as a make-shift basket (not to mix with the snacks she has in her satchel), carefully plucking what she believes is the appropriate herb from a nearby bush.
But she keeps looking over her shoulder. ]
...Could you do that?
[ She asks the person nearest towards her and nods her head to one of the statues in a questionable yoga-like pose. ]
the ritual
[ It couldn't have been as simple as just smudging the area with the herbs, could it? No, of course not. She doesn't want to admit that her own fingers begin to shake slightly as she quickens the pace of her weaving, casting an uneasy glance towards a statue that begins to look more and more like the thing she's been trying to avoid.
Of course they can't just put the basket on a statue's head or something. Of course there's something being concocted inside. But as the basket is passed to Himeka, she only hesitates for a moment before taking a big gulp.
She makes a face as she passes the basket to the next person. ]
It's sour.
[ Which is really the least of their problems. The fact that the statues are all about them, it's hard to tell which ones are the next to take on the appearance of their realized nightmares. But this isn't a battle that can be fought with her usual spells. She looks at the simple chalk that's place in her hand before gripping it tightly and turning to her comrades for the evening. ]
Himeka Sui | The Fool | OTA
[ As is expected, Himeka readily volunteers herself to assist with what the mages think is best. She's ever curious about the magicks of this world and, really, who doesn't like Rowan? As light-hearted as she tries to keep things at times, there are noticeable bags around her eyes, beguiling the sleep she's tried to forgo to keep her own demons at bay. Yet she's still willing to share snacks with others on the way to the ritual site.
Which is...odd. And horrifying in a quiet sort of way. But a gathering quest seems easy enough all things considered. Himeka is using the apron of her dress as a make-shift basket (not to mix with the snacks she has in her satchel), carefully plucking what she believes is the appropriate herb from a nearby bush.
But she keeps looking over her shoulder. ]
...Could you do that?
[ She asks the person nearest towards her and nods her head to one of the statues in a questionable yoga-like pose. ]
the ritual
[ It couldn't have been as simple as just smudging the area with the herbs, could it? No, of course not. She doesn't want to admit that her own fingers begin to shake slightly as she quickens the pace of her weaving, casting an uneasy glance towards a statue that begins to look more and more like the thing she's been trying to avoid.
Of course they can't just put the basket on a statue's head or something. Of course there's something being concocted inside. But as the basket is passed to Himeka, she only hesitates for a moment before taking a big gulp.
She makes a face as she passes the basket to the next person. ]
It's sour.
[ Which is really the least of their problems. The fact that the statues are all about them, it's hard to tell which ones are the next to take on the appearance of their realized nightmares. But this isn't a battle that can be fought with her usual spells. She looks at the simple chalk that's place in her hand before gripping it tightly and turning to her comrades for the evening. ]
Shall we?