[ Mona misses her Hydromancy. When the fresh crisp rains plaster along her tiny frame. Collecting itself unto the shapes of her hat, slipping past its ribbons and finely woven shapes. The woman below it looks unto her clasped hands having collected bits of rain within. She pears into it, attempting to draw the power of her astrolabe into working. However, the magic of her world does not answer to her, and instead all that remains. Is of the water cupped within the palms of her hands.
She misses how simple it were, the fresh bits of rain were a wonderful choice for scry readings. No less were the fresh melted snows of Dragonspire. Yet the empty rain, that did not answer to her magics nor reflected the lines of the sky. Seemed to give into her yearning answers. A subtle sigh escapes her lips, and she is surprise to hear a voice come from behind her.
Adjusting, she turns allowing for the water held within her palms to fall unto the floor. ]
Oh - ? You are.... Razor no?
[ Mona questions, acknowledging that the other was someone she has heard of - if because of Lisa herself. ]
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She misses how simple it were, the fresh bits of rain were a wonderful choice for scry readings. No less were the fresh melted snows of Dragonspire. Yet the empty rain, that did not answer to her magics nor reflected the lines of the sky. Seemed to give into her yearning answers. A subtle sigh escapes her lips, and she is surprise to hear a voice come from behind her.
Adjusting, she turns allowing for the water held within her palms to fall unto the floor. ]
Oh - ? You are.... Razor no?
[ Mona questions, acknowledging that the other was someone she has heard of - if because of Lisa herself. ]
You are here as well..?