"Perhaps you can go find some another time-- for now, at least, the pleasure is mine. You must forgive me, I do not prepare food conventionally. I keep no oven, intentionally. They are not kind to witches." Viazi gave a harsh laugh, and the orb on the ceiling flickered red and orange several times.
She stood before her spellbook and slowly turned through the pages, looking for something. She paused, scrunched up her face, and raised a flat, open hand. A book flew from a shelf and slammed into it before falling open. A few pages jerked and turned before the book stopped its strange movement. Viazi glanced down to the pages, back to her book, back o the pages, back and forth.
She slammed the book closed and threw it sharply. It spiraled around to return to its place on the shelf. Viazi raised her hands over the cauldron and hummed. The light of the cabin seemed to be sucked into the cauldron as she began her spell. The orb on the ceiling gave of a soft crimson glow.
"Daemones, spiritus et sanguis fiat cibus. Crustum pastorem, cum bovis, et fictilibus messe cibum largitate."
Viazi spoke in a voice tinged with a strange echo. Her hands shook over the cauldron, which began to spew out swirling mist.
"Labore et ultrices sive sit anima. Daemones, spiritus et sanguis fiat."
There was a flash as the room filled with light, and afterwards the only thing that remained as evidence of the spell casting was a pie floating above the cauldron. The normal lighting had returned and the orb had gone black again. Viazi scooped up the pie and deposited it in front of Loch on the table. She produced a fork from her sleeve and stuck it into the top of the pie.
She looked pleased with herself. She hadn't summoned food in nigh fifty years.
She stood before her spellbook and slowly turned through the pages, looking for something. She paused, scrunched up her face, and raised a flat, open hand. A book flew from a shelf and slammed into it before falling open. A few pages jerked and turned before the book stopped its strange movement. Viazi glanced down to the pages, back to her book, back o the pages, back and forth.
She slammed the book closed and threw it sharply. It spiraled around to return to its place on the shelf. Viazi raised her hands over the cauldron and hummed. The light of the cabin seemed to be sucked into the cauldron as she began her spell. The orb on the ceiling gave of a soft crimson glow.
"Daemones, spiritus et sanguis fiat cibus. Crustum pastorem, cum bovis, et fictilibus messe cibum largitate."
Viazi spoke in a voice tinged with a strange echo. Her hands shook over the cauldron, which began to spew out swirling mist.
"Labore et ultrices sive sit anima. Daemones, spiritus et sanguis fiat."
There was a flash as the room filled with light, and afterwards the only thing that remained as evidence of the spell casting was a pie floating above the cauldron. The normal lighting had returned and the orb had gone black again. Viazi scooped up the pie and deposited it in front of Loch on the table. She produced a fork from her sleeve and stuck it into the top of the pie.
She looked pleased with herself. She hadn't summoned food in nigh fifty years.
