Event Private Scrying for the Source

"Candle?" Monday called out from the backroom as he dug out some old mirrors that he had carefully wrapped and stashed away in a closet. "Could you help me, please?" Monday continued as he placed mirror after mirror, still wrapped in clothes and sheets, against the far wall. He had a plan, and hopefully, it would work. Hopefully, he'd be able to finally find something, anything, that might lead them to the source of this crazy snowfall.

Monday had an overwhelming need to do something to help out, especially after watching his coven try and fail through a scrying mirror; his heart in his throat the whole time as he watched the group being assualted by some unknown entity, and grateful that Saturday had managed to get them out of there while they attempted to find the source of the snow.

In fact, he had gone with Noel, his neighbour, to search the island for the source. Unfortunately, Manta Carlos was too big, and there had been too much snow for them to really enter into the denser less populated part of the island, and thus, they had not found anything useful. They had come away empty-handed which only add to Monday's disappointment and incessant need to do something, anything to help stop the snow.

@Pallas

When Monday heard Candle answer almost immediately and right beside him, he gave a small jump. He had not quite expected her to be right there when he needed her. Though he had to admit it was admirable, and a bit unnerving too, just how efficient she was and how she always seemed to be close by when needed.

Granted Monday didn't have a ton of tasks for her to do at the moment- just the usual - help him with his magic when required, keep the shop clean and organised (which he admitted, sometimes got away from him) and the same with the house. However, since Monday was fairly obsessive about order and tidiness at home, the house was fairly easy to keep clean.

"Oh, you are here, good," he said glancing at her sheepishly, "can you start removing the draping from the mirrors for me?" he asked her as he carefully set another mirror swathed in sheets against the wall.

"We are going to set them up in a wide circle," Monday explained as he started to count the mirrors up against the wall and seeing there were only 14 mirrors and they would need three more.

Monday was searching the back room for the other three missing mirrors when he heard Candle's question. "Oh, ah, yes, I didn't tell you, did I?" he said as he pulled out a mirror from behind a rolled up tapestry,

"We, well, I, I am going to scry for the source of this snow," he told Candle as he hauled the third last mirror over to where she was standing, spying the last two mirrors hidden behind a wooden crate in a corner.

"We need to place all the mirrors in a circle so that there is a foot and a half between each and each one is facing a cardinal point," Monday explained as he stood next to her, hands on hips and looked around the room, wondering now if it was big enough, or whether they should go outside.

Monday nodded and smiled at Candle as he brought over the last two mirrors, removing the protective sheets as he did so. "Yes, that's exactly what we are going to do," he said with a quiet determination. "There has to be something or someone at the center of this abnormality," he told her.

And when Candle asked about setting things up, Monday looked around the back room and pursed his lips. It was rather cramped, even moving stuff out of the way. Sighing heavily, he knew what they had to do. He didn't want to do it, but he immediately thought about Sunday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Saturday. They had all risked their necks to find the source. So now, in a way he owed it to them to try too, it was his turn, and besides, he had Candle to help him and Sunday's amulet. It should be enough to keep him safe, he reasoned.

"Let's take everything and set it up outside in the back," Monday suggested as he then pulled out his pocket watch that Sunday had charmed for him just to make sure he had it on him.

"I think the back patio area is still fairly clean of snow," he told her as he opened the back door that leads outside to the backyard. The person that Monday hired to help shovel snow had been around just that morning.

Monday shook his head. "It's okay, or should be," he told Candle as he fixed his gaze on her thoughtfully while scratching his beard. Pleased that she was concerned about his welfare but also not wanting her to worry. He had spent too many years weighing the risks of his curse not to be fully aware of what he was doing.

"I think, if we could clear the fine layer of snow using like fire magic..." here he looked at Candle meaningfully. Not sure exactly what she could do, but have guessed by now that she was a fire elemental. "And light a small bonfire in the circle, we can keep everything dry enough to do the scrying safely."