Event Private Scrying for the Source

"I will begin clearing right away" answered Candle whom nods affirmatively.

As they walk out to the back, they hold both of them hand outstretched as two glowing orbs of flame appear just in front of their palms. In the next moment, each burst out into a torrent of wild magical flame. The thin layer of snow is quickly cleared away, as even the puddles of water were quick to evaporate away under the cleansing flame. Where one would expect to see scorched earth, the ground appears dry but untouched by flame, even the grassy patches are unburnt!

As they wrapped up their task Candle closed both of their fist, their twin fiery hoses suddenly shut off as they inspect their handiwork. After making sure that not even a hint of watery residue remain on the clearing, Candle looked to the nearby empty firepit. After scrounging around for a some sticks a a few logs, the wood into pile within the pit. Taking a nearby lighter, they pulled the trigger as little flame came to light. Instead of bring the lighter level to the wood pile, but directs the tiny flame plucks the flame with their other hand and flicks it to firepit, the tiny flame soon grows as it consumes the wood.

"The snow is cleared and fire is now lit. Are you in need of additional assistance?" asked Candle as they looked to Monday.

As Monday smiled to them, Candle still maintaining their signature stonefaced expression. Upon being asked to clean the mirrors while he set up the remainder, Candle performed a bow.

"Of course Monday. I will polish the mirrors... as well as be mindful of the middle mirror you spoke of." stated Candle as they looked to said mirror. Given Monday's preference for that mirror in particular, it was no surprise that such object become infused with some lingering magical energies. Now that they had given ample time to appericate the mirror, the look to the rags that Monday held out them and took them of their master's hands.

As they took the cloth to rid each looking glass of that thin veneer of dust, they noticed the spectacular polish and lack of wetness. Candle inspected the cloth held in their gloved hands, suspecting some magical nature to the fabric but couldn't be sure. Regardless, thinking about it distracted them from the task at hand so they put their curiosities aside and resumed cleaning each mirror to high-quality polish.

As they came to the mirror in the middle that Monday had warned, Candle rubbed the cloth to mirror. While they concentrated on their work, every now an then there was flashing image of some unknown but... somehow familiar locations but before Candle could really look at them they disappeared as though a mirage. Whether the mirror was trying to show them something or just meaningless gibberish as Monday mentioned earlier, Candle continued to work on the task at hand until the mirror shimmers as bright as the rest of the mirrors. As they took a step back from the mirror they could see only their reflection staring back in life-like quality. Whatever images they had saw earlier seemed to have stopped.

"The mirrors are now cleaned... what now comes next?" asked Candle as they set aside the rags, looking to Monday curious if there were any other duties needed to be preformed before he beings his scrying.

Candle obeys and stands next to their master, looking out to the mirror and flame together. Usually when it come to these things they were but an assist or part of lab experiment themselves, rarely were they committed to being an active participant as they are now standing as... an equal? It was different to what they were used to say the least.

"Understood Monday. Should you fall, I will be quick to catch you. If you need my sight I shall lend it and if you are under assault I protect you." iterated Candle as they looked to Monday, speaking more out of reminding Monday of what their duties are to him than sincere compassion.

With that said, the return their gaze back to mirror, to wait and see what transpires next.

Candle stands close to Monday as they looked into the mirror. While Monday drifted off into a trance of sorts, Candle remained vigilant as they kept an eye on both their master as well as the mirror in front of them. Whatever vision they expected to see in the mirror never really manifested, only light haze and nothing more. Having never been trained in such arts, whatever Candle was suppose to divine from these mirrors was completely lost to them. Their master however seem to have also been struggling to gleam what secrets these mirrors hide, or if there was anything to be learned from this scrying. Moving on from mirror to more with not apparent success, they could sense their master's frustration from the lack of progress.

"That we do." answered Candle, recalling its container as they reorganized the spices and herbs not too long ago "I shall prepare the brew and return shortly. It will require but a little patience."

They then excused themselves with bow, then walks their way back inside to consult with the pantry. Sure enough, the near empty container of wormwood was placed last where they left it. They then collected the other requested ingredients since they were already there and set them upon the counter top. Luckily for their master, the preparation of such teas was skill that they had learn... largely from cruel but tea-loving former master whom would have often punished them by throwing the tea back into their face if it wasn't to their EXACT specifications. Fucking hell did they wish to burn way that fatty, bulbous face of his in retaliation of the misery inflicted onto them. But atlas, they suppose that they could take joy in watching him suffer, slowly and painfully, from a case of accidental self-induced poisoning.

Anyway, now that they had the ingredients, Candle pulled out a worn teapot from one of the cabinets and took it to the sink to have filled with water. Once the desired volume was meet, the place one hand under the base of the teapot and engulfed it in bright flame. They let it boil for a minute or so before taking their hand off as the water neared boiling, the perfect temperature for such an artemisia tea.

Collecting two tablespoon of wormwood and several pinches of mugwort and sage, they first rinsed the herbs with some of the tea water withing a strainer to remove impurities or tiny herbal flecks before placing them withing the teapot itself. After quick stir they allow the tea to steep for several minutes longer than normally required to make the tea a be a bit more potent. They then grab an exterior strainer and another teapot to strain out the plant matter from first to second teapots, leaving only strong, aromatic brew with a rich caramel color. With the tea now ready, they pour the tea into a teacup resting upon a tiny saucer. They set the entire ensemble, the teapot and the teacup on its saucer, onto tray and carried it outside so that their master may enjoy.

"As requested, here is your artemisia, or wormwood, tea infused with a hint of sage and mugwort." announced Candle, returning after several minutes and carrying out the tea on the tray for their master to take.

"You ask if though I were given a choice." answered Candle as they stood nearby, elaborating the point a bit further "For my kind to be allowed entry we are first to be invited in, with both the summoner and the summoned bound by a pact which their rules and mandates must be adhered. We willingly relinquish our freedoms in turn of temporary servitude. And while I remain a part of the material, to slavery I am bound."

A small snort of flame exits Candle's nostrils, annoyed by their predicament after explaining why it is they must serve. While it perhaps strange to Monday, to Candle their compulsion to serve was as fundamental a force as gravity.