search for.
Her left eye glowed slightly and she sighed. The cat was out of the bag, the agents were going to see her as she was. Here was hoping that it didn’t wreck the friendships she had been starting.
Benny kept her head high, but she was watching carefully for any signs of disturbance in the agents. There was a mild bit of blinking, but nothing major.
Smith quirked his lips. “You look a little pale.”
She snorted. “Right. You see how you look when you have to puke on behalf of a tracking spell.”
Tremble nodded as if he had figured it out, and Argyle sat still as stone.
Her mother had assembled all the implements, and she stood aside as Benny approached.
Benny closed her eyes and moved her hands over the assembled objects. Two items jumped into her hand. A heavy charm embossed with serpents and books joined a long black crystal bound with silver. Benny transferred them both to the same hand at the same distance from her palm and she exhaled slowly.
The map was of the entire continent, and she would work in narrowing areas until she pinpointed the target.
She held the pendants out and watched them pull from one side to the other as she focussed on herself. Both located her hometown, so Lenora moved the large map aside and pulled out one with local streets and surrounding areas.
When the pendants pulled toward her home, she blocked that and continued to move her hand until there was a second indicator. She followed the new location to a charming suburb.
Her mother subbed out the maps again for a satellite view, and Benny focussed and indicated a house on the left side of a cul-de-sac.
“Bowl and knife.” Benny kept her focus, and when her mother put the small bowl on top of the house image, Benny cut her finger and dripped six drops into the bowl. The blood swirled and took form.
“Jennifer Langstrom. Nineteen Yarrow Path.” Benny staggered back, and her father helped with the first aid.
The agents were staring at her. She stared back. With her eye unglamored, she could see them for what they were, and it was an interesting sight.
Smith’s body had a healthy golden glow, his hair nearly waved in the energy he was putting out, Argyle’s eyes were sunken and his skin was chalky, but sparking with light from the inside out, and Tremble was a confusion of power and nature. His power was going in all directions all the time.
Smith blinked slowly. “Is your eye going to stay like that?”
She lifted her hand toward her face and could see the reflected light. “I am sorry, but it is. I can’t put it away and then whip it out when I need it.”
Out of reflex, she lifted the scry bowl to her lips and drank the water and blood drops. Tremble made a face, but the other two watched the bowl like it contained a treat.
Lenora tidied up. “Well, you have the address, you had better get going.”
Smith paused. “Where did you get all those maps?”
Benny chuckled. “I will explain the idea of having friends on the planning committee, as well as being an official city archive in the car.”
Tremble stiffened. “You cannot come along.”
Benny crossed her arms. “I have to. There is no one else who can stop the spell work. It is an easy fix, but no one can manage it unless they have mage training with demon control as a primary field of study.”
Argyle smirked. “You have studied it?”
Her father cleared his throat. “It was necessary. She had to use it for the first time when she was fifteen. She is very good at it.”
The agents looked over at her father with his claws, bright eyes and evil fangs. They looked to her mother, and she merely smiled cheerfully.
“Benny is very good at doing what she feels is necessary. She isn’t one to put herself in danger. She will keep herself as safe as she can.” Lenora finished putting the maps away and neatly tidied the tools that had been used in the scrying.
Benny stood and drummed her fingers on her bicep with her arms crossed.
Her left eye glowed slightly and she sighed. The cat was out of the bag, the agents were going to see her as she was. Here was hoping that it didn’t wreck the friendships she had been starting.
Benny kept her head high, but she was watching carefully for any signs of disturbance in the agents. There was a mild bit of blinking, but nothing major.
Smith quirked his lips. “You look a little pale.”
She snorted. “Right. You see how you look when you have to puke on behalf of a tracking spell.”
Tremble nodded as if he had figured it out, and Argyle sat still as stone.
Her mother had assembled all the implements, and she stood aside as Benny approached.
Benny closed her eyes and moved her hands over the assembled objects. Two items jumped into her hand. A heavy charm embossed with serpents and books joined a long black crystal bound with silver. Benny transferred them both to the same hand at the same distance from her palm and she exhaled slowly.
The map was of the entire continent, and she would work in narrowing areas until she pinpointed the target.
She held the pendants out and watched them pull from one side to the other as she focussed on herself. Both located her hometown, so Lenora moved the large map aside and pulled out one with local streets and surrounding areas.
When the pendants pulled toward her home, she blocked that and continued to move her hand until there was a second indicator. She followed the new location to a charming suburb.
Her mother subbed out the maps again for a satellite view, and Benny focussed and indicated a house on the left side of a cul-de-sac.
“Bowl and knife.” Benny kept her focus, and when her mother put the small bowl on top of the house image, Benny cut her finger and dripped six drops into the bowl. The blood swirled and took form.
“Jennifer Langstrom. Nineteen Yarrow Path.” Benny staggered back, and her father helped with the first aid.
The agents were staring at her. She stared back. With her eye unglamored, she could see them for what they were, and it was an interesting sight.
Smith’s body had a healthy golden glow, his hair nearly waved in the energy he was putting out, Argyle’s eyes were sunken and his skin was chalky, but sparking with light from the inside out, and Tremble was a confusion of power and nature. His power was going in all directions all the time.
Smith blinked slowly. “Is your eye going to stay like that?”
She lifted her hand toward her face and could see the reflected light. “I am sorry, but it is. I can’t put it away and then whip it out when I need it.”
Out of reflex, she lifted the scry bowl to her lips and drank the water and blood drops. Tremble made a face, but the other two watched the bowl like it contained a treat.
Lenora tidied up. “Well, you have the address, you had better get going.”
Smith paused. “Where did you get all those maps?”
Benny chuckled. “I will explain the idea of having friends on the planning committee, as well as being an official city archive in the car.”
Tremble stiffened. “You cannot come along.”
Benny crossed her arms. “I have to. There is no one else who can stop the spell work. It is an easy fix, but no one can manage it unless they have mage training with demon control as a primary field of study.”
Argyle smirked. “You have studied it?”
Her father cleared his throat. “It was necessary. She had to use it for the first time when she was fifteen. She is very good at it.”
The agents looked over at her father with his claws, bright eyes and evil fangs. They looked to her mother, and she merely smiled cheerfully.
“Benny is very good at doing what she feels is necessary. She isn’t one to put herself in danger. She will keep herself as safe as she can.” Lenora finished putting the maps away and neatly tidied the tools that had been used in the scrying.
Benny stood and drummed her fingers on her bicep with her arms crossed.
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