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Lashana
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Date Posted: 11:32:54 04/24/02 Wed
Walking away from the dale, her mind roved far from where her feet happened to be. Mulling over how the... the whatever it was(meaning the mean vampire creature lol) had tapped into, and used the Weave, she pondered a way to block access to it. The Weave itself provided the answer, the creature knew of it, and knew how to manipulate it to it's own advantages. It also gave her the answer to how to block it from happening again. Give the Weave a physical form, one that was tangible and place it in a safe place, one outside this realm, though still connected to it. The Weave even showed her how to do it.
Reaching into one of the pouches attached to her belt, she pulls out one of the tears she had cried some time ago, holding it in the center of her hand. The stone was tiny, a silvery amethyst in color, and would be perfect for what she wanted. Snagging a thread of the Weave, she wraps it around the tiny stone, binding the Weave closer to her, but also binding it in the stone itself. The stone glowed gently, the color seeming to swirl before settling back to the silvery amethyst, though the center seemed to continue swirling with the Weave's own magic. Tossing it in the air, she willed it to go to Zoltarra, knowing she would keep it safe in the one place that the vampires(and any other creature) couldn't get to without an invitation. Things could go in, but nothing left Zoltarra's home without her allowing it. The Weave could no longer be used for transport, only seeing things, and sending/recieving messages through it. She would have to rely on magic for transport if she wanted to go somewhere quickly, or her wings and feet if there was no terrible hurry. It was the only thing she could think of to keep the Weave safe. Now all she had to worry about was keeping herself safe as well.
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