Ryn and the Misadventures of her Rather Large Hat Magic Strainer part 10; Electricboogleten!

[Ryn]

staring into the glowing centre of the bright purple circle, ryn tip toes to a patch of plush moss and takes a seat. It’s dark out, but she’s dressed lightly to keep her footsteps quiet. Silently and vigilantly, she begins sifting the circle.

A branch snaps and her fur stands on its ends.

could that be a hellion?

no.

not tonight.

branches just do that on their own sometimes, right.

she refocuses on sifting and attempts to discard the distractions in her mind.

the circle hasn’t always looked like this. it looks even stronger and brighter in the night. She spotted its light as soon as she entered the green corridor.

She recognizes that cane poking out from the centre of the circle, it’s-

-it’s important to keep focused, is what it is.

she keeps on sifting.

and sifting.

Ryns checking over her shoulders, pausing her breath to listen with every gust of wind or snap of a twig.

after sifting a 5 point star, She gives 8 states to the circle.

the tendrils accept her offer, as they always do.

and they always do accept her offers.

the circle tugs upon her energy a little harsher tonight.

She and the circle connect for a moment, as the tendrils draw that psychic energy away from her, this evening however; with an unusually strong appetite.

Straining, Ryn pulls herself away from the outstretched glowing tendril.

She begins the path back to inn, checking over her shoulders. Feeling breath on her neck, her careful tip toeing turns into a B-line sprint towards the inn.

She makes her way inside the inn, taking a seat to catch her breath. She takes a moment to slow her breathing. She fetches a bell to begin her meditation. Gods know at this point; she needs it.