this is Salem, a land filled with magic and maladies. It is a place where witches and their elemental familiars gather, a home to legend and
lore that predates time itself. Yet of all the wicked and wonderful stories the past can tell us of, the most magical are the ones yet to happen.
This is Salem - this is the start of your very own journey. Welcome to starfall
Starfall is an animaga witch roleplay set in mostly modern times. Members play as witches in a world plagued by monsters, where the only safe spots are walled cities. Starfall strives to be a character-driven roleplay with expansive lore and a highly interactive plotline. We want to allow members to
create and look back on a magical journey, and mold the site and its plot as their characters grow.
It was a harmless request in essence and a rather mundane one at that, cleaning was one out of several simple tasks a person could indulge in; though it was a bit peculiar that the request had called for so many people. Even the most finest homes could find themselves reliant on a small staff team to tend to it, how grand was this place exactly?
Eira was uncertain to say the least, she could barely wrap her mind around the mind-boggling last name that was listed in the request in the first place; everything about this simple cleaning request seemed to feel foreign. She breathed out a small sigh underneath her breath, the quiet puff of air slipping past her lips as she collected her thoughts before should would find herself eventually glancing down to double check the address-- she was headed down the right direction, a small relief to her knowledge.
“I suppose I'll be seeing how extensive this place really is soon enough…” She mumbled, folding the small slip the address was written on and stowing it away on her person. If it was truly that grand, she could find some comfort with four others tackling the very same job as her.
It only took a few moments, crowded streets lined with buildings would eventually begin to dwindle down and leave space for the more grand homes. Her eyes would glance over at each building before she could narrow it down to one, the very mansion she would be cleaning albeit with the help of others, “I guess this answers my question.” She admitted, her pace slowing to a halt just before the pathway that would lead up to the home.
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Cain called out as he held the mission brief high above his head, a triumphant grin plastered upon his face. Morning rush hours like this were when most of the missions were taken up, and Cain wasn't going to allow himself to miss out on the chance. Pushing and shoving his way through the crowd in Silvertongue's guild, Cain had forced his way to the notice board. And he snatched up the closest mission offer he could reach, especially upon noticing how high it was paying. He didn't care what the mission was, as long as it helped pay for food on the table at night, and the housing he owned in the slums. It was a bit harder getting out of the rush hour crowd than getting in, but Cain eventually succeeded. And now that he was free from the flood of human bodies, he allowed himself to gaze upon the task he had obtained for himself.
And he frowned.
"Are you fucking kidding me?"
Few hours later, the red-head would be grumpily wandering down the street, hands in the pockets of his signature leather jacket. He wore a white dress shirt under that, the top button undone and the collars flattened under the fur collar of his jacket. The shirt was untucked, the tails sticking out over the waist of his black pants. A pair of low-cut hiking boots finished the set, his footwear making soft thuds against the cobblestone path. He wasn't really trying to silence his footsteps, especially with how frustrated he was feeling right then. Among all the tasks he could have gotten, it had to be cleaning a rich witch's home. And to make matters worse for Cain, it was someone he knew too.
Ms. Jocelyn Hermite-Knackerbottom.
He had met her before, a long long time ago, when he was a little kid. Being the son of a prestigious witch family - though disowned now - Cain had had the chance of meeting the other families of that social status. Ms Jocelyn had been one of them. He remembered staying over at her manor too, and causing quite a bit trouble in it too. He never expected to go back there, and especially not like this, being paid to clean the place up. Fate certainly had a way of slapping your past in your face, didn't it?
He sighed, hoping that Ms. Jocelyn's current age would have hindered her memory as well, and she'd fail to recognize the runaway Godfrey.
Cain soon found himself approaching the mansion, and noticed a peculiar-looking individual standing outside of white. Short white hair, porcelain-fair skin, and a rather curvaceous body. Cain blinked, his frustration fading away almost instantly. Well... Wasn't she quite a looker? As soon as he was within earshot of the girl, he spoke up.
"Here to clean up too?" he tilted his head, coming to a stop just past arm's reach from her.
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Post by lynnelia arnett on May 21, 2017 22:28:04 GMT
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The tap of her feet against the worn concrete below Lynnelia was hardly there among the raucous surrounding her on the city streets. She was going over the address again and again in her mind, though she knew the way quite well from her familiarity with the city by her twenty-third year and could not quite pinpoint her reason for being so afraid of misdirection. She had already checked to ensure that her Witch’s Call was on her person and secure; she’d used it countless times before to make her own cleaning spurts easier, so she figured it was only practical to bring it with her on the excursion. [break][break] “Why did I take this job again?” she mumbled quietly to herself, almost exasperated. Five people for one home? She disliked having to deal with too many people at once, her paranoia a bit too rampant for it, but she’d have to control herself. Maybe, if she were lucky, the place would be big enough to find places to hide away if she risked someone recognizing her… but, of course, the odds of that happening now — after about four years of changing her entire identity — were slim to none. [break] You need the money. [break] Medea’s smooth, honeyed voice trickled into her mind seconds after her words as the fox materialized beside her — four feet tall, stark white coat, with her characteristic blizzard winds and ice shards accenting her slender form; she was a hard one to miss, due to her natural grace and ethereal beauty — as well as the noticeable icy pawprints left in her wake when she felt no need to hide them. [break] “Yes, yes, I know,” Lynnelia replied, brushing her loose, white blonde locks out of her eyes before the breeze knocked them back again. “I mean, it can’t be that bad. I do like cleaning.” [break] Precisely. You’ll be fine. [break] It took them a while longer to finally arrive at the manor in question, and upon gazing up at the place, the number of witches called for suddenly made quite a bit more sense. Lynnelia didn’t let the size of the task scare her off, however, as she needed something to do and it likely wasn’t going to be horrible, at least not for her… or so she hoped. [break] Seeing two figures ahead of her closer to the entrance, she adopted a small, yet gracious, smile as she felt Medea’s presence vanish from beside her. “Hello, I'm Ophélie, nice to meet you,” she said with a small, friendly wave when within hearing distance before her eyes were drawn yet again to the mansion. Ms. Jocelyn Hermite-Knackerbottom sure was an interesting woman with a home like this…
Post by Ambrose Bellamy on May 22, 2017 18:22:23 GMT
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[attr="class","jarbelieverlyr"]I was broken from a young age
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One could say that Ambrose had planned ahead. Mission mornings were always busy at Silvertongue, and so he'd taken to waking up just that much earlier so he could take a look at the board and snatch up a mission. He'd picked one out, one which had a fine little sum for a reward, and he'd marked himself down as a participant.[break][break] It took some research to find out why a lady named Jocelyn Hermite-Knackerbottom was in need of five people to help clean a house, but it didn't take him long before he got her address and was able to see the estate for himself. Staring at it, he felt as if it'd require more than five people to clean a mansion of that size, but no matter.[break][break] He hadn't gone to visit her house simply to stalk it. No, he'd been there to introduce himself. And, admittedly, to size it up and see just how rich this lady was. So the day before the mission meeting date, he'd gone up to her mansion, rung the doorbell so to speak, and gave a quick introduction to jolly Jocelyn before he left with a parting smile.[break][break] Before the missions, he always dug up as much information as he could. And now, he felt ready to face a day that would be full of tedious cleaning. He didn't care so much that it was laborous work - he took any missions he could get.[break][break] Three figures stood at the entrance as he approached, and he gave a small wave and a smile. "Greetings," he said when he got within earshot. "I'm Ambrose. I suppose we're the cleaning crew?" he asked, taking in a quick count. One more person was supposed to join. He'd keep an eye out for them. For now, he'd simply learn the names of the others.
Climb until you're getting high Be a part of the scene like you're living your dream Walk the room like you're on fire Like your chasing the truth, gripping tight to your youth
Her wait was short lived much to her surprise when the first of the others arrived, all announced with a simple question, “Yes, I’m here to clean and something tells me you are too.” Eira casted him a small glance, her voice soft and quiet in her reply before she took a subtle step back when the redhead stopped a bit too close. The second of the others would arrive just moments after the first and upon noticing her smile she returned it out of politeness.
“Eira.” She nodded her head to the white haired figure, Ophélie as she announced, though she was quick to look at the other; waiting patiently for him to introduce himself; it was only fair to do the same after all.
She would turn her head upon hearing the third person arrive, another polite greeting to match the others, “You assumed correct, I’m Eira.” She would greet once more, adopting another small smile upon learning his name. There was one more person expected to arrive and she peered down the street quietly, in a small attempt to see if the last would arrive though she didn’t see a hint of the last.
“Since most of us arrived, I think it would be best to start heading towards the door.” She suggested, it was a better plan of action than to wait awkwardly in front of the pathway; if the fifth were to arrive at a later time, there was no harm in them coming to the entrance on their own accord.
Post by lynnelia arnett on Jul 30, 2017 5:34:17 GMT
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Lynnelia’s eyes roamed along everyone’s faces to get a good feel for them, before nodding at the masked girl’s assessment— Eira, was her name, and she looked rather familiar. “Yeah, that’d be good,” Lynnelia remarked off-handedly in agreement with a small, amiable smile. She motioned for the others to follow as she continued down the path toward the lavish mansion; Lynnelia had never known any sort of luxury, and to be in the presence of this was no short of wondrous for her. [break] The scuff of her shoes as she advanced up the leading steps broke the silence in the air, and as Lynnelia advanced toward the door, a sense of… unease overtook her, causing her hand to hesitate midair. [break] Well that’s just disconcerting, rushed through Lynnelia’s mind, taking a slow breath before pressing her hands against the grand doors and pushing them forward, as the woman who requested their aid made sure to leave them unlocked, giving way to an impressive foyer, the party being met with two winding staircases on either side of an indoor fountain taking its regal space in a spherical design of the tiles. Looking around the room, Lynnelia could spot multiple branching hallways, and an almost overwhelmed look overtook her. [break] “Well,” Lynnelia huffed as she strided into the building, resting her hands onto her hips and casting an imploring glance behind her. “Guess we best get on with it; seems like we have a lot of work to do.” [break] Breaking her gaze away and looking around her again, eyes scaling the walls to settle on two grand chandeliers raised above them, Lynnelia’s lips parted the slightest bit— they were stunning. [break] “At least the view isn’t bad,” she muttered under her breath, before motioning down one of the hallways. “I’ll start through there, if that’s alright.”
301 words ● eira vadén , Ambrose Bellamy (jar if you wanna not do the thread anymore that's completely fine we just wanna kind of speed this since it's been sitting here for so long, so you might be getting a lot of notifications for it at once rip)
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“Then it seems that we’re on the same page.” Eira cocked her head to glance back at the group though her gaze seemed to rest on the familiar face of her fellow coven member; it seemed that the two were stuck with cleaning. Her attention soon shifts towards the front of the grand building and when Lynnelia was the first to move, Eira had wasted no time following the other towards the entrance of the home; Jocelyn was expecting them after all.
The soft hum underneath her breath was the first to break her own silence and the quiet clicks of heels was quick to follow after while pale colored eyes wandered over the property the woman owned. It was a rather impressive and impeccable display; the lawn decorated with various flowers of differing shades, “It seems that she has no quarrels with showing her wealth…” Eira muttered quietly underneath her breath, her slight dismay only vanishing when she joined Lynnelia at the door of the building.
Eira breathed out a gentle sigh when her movements grew to halt, her eyes glancing between Lynnelia and the door to the home; simply waiting for the other to announce their arrival. However, Eira could sense the slight uneasiness the girl had when she forced the door grand doors open and she was almost certain that the other had hesitated to even open the doors. Nevertheless, she kept the concerns to herself and pushed past the other members to enter the home.
Her eyes nearly widened at the sight that befell her, her eyes trailing over each intricate detail the mansion seemed to have within its wall before eventually they settled on the grand chandeliers that dangled just about them. Eira had known wealth, money wasn’t a foreign concept to her yet the display was almost startling to her.
“Impressive display, but it will be a pain to clean…” Eira huffs out, a slight hint of annoyance in her tone though a request was a request and she had offered to help despite how mundane the task would have been, “That sounds fine, I’ll be entering the room over there.” She nods her head in response and offers a subtle wave of her hand towards one of the first notable doors of the home.
Post by lynnelia arnett on Jul 30, 2017 6:23:39 GMT
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Lynnelia nodded to her coven mate before continuing down the way she had gestured, steps echoing against the grandiose walls and well-tailored curtains blocking the sunlight from streaming through. The witch couldn’t help but wonder— where were their cleaning supplies? Where was Jocelyn herself? Lynnelia couldn’t shake the feeling of something being off in the home, but she tried her best to contain herself; it’s a simple cleaning job, nothing more, nothing less. [break] Luckily, Lynnelia had brought her own supplies — better safe than sorry, for her — and pulled out a chair for her to use as leverage in order to dust down the tapestries; she was going to clean the chair either way, so she didn’t see the harm in using it in the way she was. The fine quality of the cloth was like velvet against her fingers, though really all she had to do was shake down the fabric to get the dust out and then use her other cleaning supplies to really freshen them up; the pattern repeated along the hallway, Lynnelia slowly but steadily advancing further and further into the home as she went. Luckily, the golden pillars going down in measured intervals of the hallway seemed to be spotless — something Lynnelia found rather strange — so she needn’t worry after them. [break] Once she’d gotten the hallway clean, Lynnelia started making her way back by cleaning the three rooms — or, really, studies — that would successively lead her back into the foyer she found herself in previously. She really was rather impressed; this woman seemed to know her way around her investments in order to possess a house so grand, and Lynnelia couldn’t blame her for hiring a cleaning crew now and again — it would be impossible to keep the mansion clean otherwise if she was just on her lonesome which, as far as anyone was aware, no other person inhabited the manor.
Climb until you're getting high Be a part of the scene like you're living your dream Walk the room like you're on fire Like your chasing the truth, gripping tight to your youth
Eira casted one last glance towards their small group though she soon excused herself from their presence; preferring to keep their conversation to a minimum and center their attention onto the requested task though she had to admit that it was a bit off that Jocelyn appeared to be nowhere in the vicinity of the mansion. Yet, Eira turned her attention towards the shut door parallel from her, gently pushing past one of the assigned members and mumbling a quiet apology under her breath when she had. The absence of Ms. Jocelyn would not deter her from completing the task.
However, the lack of cleaning supplies would certainly hinder some progress in her endeavours and she nearly felt like a fool to assume that a woman of her status would even attempt to offer cleaning supplies; she should have anticipated to bring her own collection though she supposed that some organization would do just as fine. Eira eventually extended her hand out towards the door, gloved fingertips grazing over the handles of the doors before slowly pushing open the grand entryway of the room, “I wonder what you’re hiding in here…” She mused under her breath before quietly slipping into the room; the heavy doors slowly closing with a heavy click.
Eira could almost feel her breath catch at the sight, grand towering book shelves scaling the walls of the large room and all decorated with various literary texts; some that she had recognized the titles of while others appeared to be a bit unfamiliar to her knowledge. Eventually, her gaze trailed towards the various tables that filled the main floor– various mounds of books decorating the tops of the tables; it seemed that Ms. Jocelyn had neglected to put them back, “I suppose this is a start.”
Her gaze idly glanced over the different tables, her attention eventually settling onto one that appeared to be adorned with too many books. With some reluctance and a twinge of dread, Eira approached the table quietly while her hands grazed over the cover of one book. Magical studies. She clucked her tongue to herself, glancing at that various shelves before venturing to search for the first books home. It would be a rather tedious task, but once she had picked up a system; the books of the first table would slowly grow smaller and smaller...
Post by lynnelia arnett on Jul 30, 2017 21:30:05 GMT
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Once Lynnelia had finished up that particular hallway, she almost sped through the rest of the wing she’d chosen to clean; all she really had to do were the curtains and the odd painting or seating areas— all of the rooms were locked, and Lynnelia hadn’t spotted any sort of key laying around at all. These occurrences did nothing to soothe her inherent paranoia, and by the time she had finished, which likely took her an hour or two, she took a well-earned rest on one of the loveseats. [break] “Oh Merlin, that took a lot out of me,” she huffed, finally allowing herself to relax for a bit as she caught her breath and felt her body sink into the pillowy seat. She took a deep, calming breath, her eyes falling closed for a moment as her fingers rose to massage her temples. The moment passed quickly before Lynnelia took leave of her temporary comfort; maybe I should see how Eira is faring; best to get this floor done as quick as possible to move on… at this point, I don’t want to stay any longer than I absolutely have to. [break] Lynnelia, now determined to find the witch in question, wandered along the wing that Eira had taken to see where she’d gotten to before finally stumbling upon her in what looked to be a grand library; wrapping one hand around the door and, peeking her head inside, Lynnelia cast a look around before speaking. [break] “I finished my wing of the house, since most of the doors to the rooms were locked so I didn’t really have much else to do except the curtains and the occasional loveseats; I figured I might as well come and help you so we can get through this floor quicker and go up to do the rest, if that’s alright?”
Climb until you're getting high Be a part of the scene like you're living your dream Walk the room like you're on fire Like your chasing the truth, gripping tight to your youth
Eira considered the mess to be pathetic, books torn from their book shelves and scattered across the various tables of the personal library; Jocelyn had lived alone and she only assumed that the older woman would take greater care of her belongings than to leave them a disorganized mess. However, it seemed be the opposite case and she had just barely started on the second table of books out of the four in the rooms.
She took a moment to cradle three books underneath the crook of her arm, holding a fourth book in her hand as she ventured through the grand collection the library held; while the first table was much easier to organize, the second table proved to be tedious. Unlike the first, the second table held different genres covering a multitude of topics and it almost seemed like Ms. Jocelyn was searching for something far more specific. Had she been able to read all these books in her lifetime?
She huffed under her breath, eyes scanning over golden nameplates of the shelves; her movements slow as she skimmed through the different sections before she would eventually move to a halt, “There you are.” Eira mused, placing one book down to rummage through the others. With a triumphant hum, she placed a leather bound book into the available spot of the shelf before retrieving the one she had placed down.
Her train of thought was eventually interrupted as she wandered the room again, her head immediately turning to the door when she heard the hinges creak open, “Help would be appreciated, I didn’t choosing this room would be so… tedious…”
Post by lynnelia arnett on Jul 30, 2017 22:01:05 GMT
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Lynnelia smiled and, with a nod of her head, stepped fully into the room and strode over to the third table— she figured it’d be better to be working on two tables at once and then working together on the very last one to get things done as quickly as they possibly could. Her eyes roamed over the literal mountains of novels carelessly scattered and thrown across the table, and a feeling of distaste overtook her; she hated disorganization and uncleanliness, and this was near the tip of the iceberg for her. [break] With a resigned sigh, she reached out and tucked four books — split in two — between her upper arms and her chest and put three more cupped by her left hand and against her inner forearm. The first one seemed to be more of a textbook than anything else, and it was written by someone named Barkal… perhaps she could skim the books by last name, and find where this one fit in whatever section held this particular genre. [break] Pacing up and down the bookshelves, she eventually found a section that housed similar content and was — thank Merlin — in fact organized by last name. She flicked through the books and slid the one in the gap, before moving on and repeating the processes with the books on her person until she had to turn back and retrieve more. [break] “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a messier library than this one,” Lynnelia huffed, her tone half defeated as well as a bit disappointed. “Why wouldn’t she put everything back where it came from… do you think she might’ve been looking for something and lost track of where everything went?” While she was mostly talking to herself, the last bit was partially addressed to Eira, though Lynnelia only glanced at the witch before continuing the arduous process of organizing the books handfuls at a time.
Climb until you're getting high Be a part of the scene like you're living your dream Walk the room like you're on fire Like your chasing the truth, gripping tight to your youth
Her gaze seemed to linger when looked at her coven mate, idly watching the woman gather books from the third table of the grand room before she forced herself to find the home of other three remaining books in her arms. Eira breathed out an exasperated sigh as she skimmed through the plates, her attention occasionally glancing at the available spots several shelves seemed to have, “Thank you for offering to help, you could have just gone home yourself when you finished that hall you know.” Eira broke the silence after a moment, her body turned away from Lynnelia as she placed the second book into its designated spot.
The witch wasn’t quite well versed with her words, the tone of her voice had almost made it seem like she was ungrateful for the assistance despite being rather appreciative of the kind gesture her partner offered to her. Eira shook her head after a moment, another sigh slipping past her pale lips, “It’s a bit odd that Ms. Jocelyn isn’t here to supervise the job, not even a note explaining her own whereabouts.” She glanced over her shoulder, her eyes briefly meeting with Lynnelia’s though she was quick to focus her attention once more; just get the job, right?
With that thought, Eira now carried the last two remaining books of the second table in her arms and much to her relief; the third book was close to the second book that she had just tucked away. It seemed that Jocelyn had showed some mercy with her search and with a small hum she moved to place the third book in the slot, “With how old the woman is, I would think it would be hard to keep track of such a large collection of books like this.” Eira admitted though it seemed like her words slowed when she spoke.
It wasn’t a loud noise, but it was definitely a notable one when she placed the third book down; a soft click ringing through the silence of the library and it almost seemed like it was coming from behind the shelf. Her brows furrowed and without much thought, placed the fourth book down on the carpeted floor of the room while her hands moved to immediately investigate the odd noise, “Lynnelia, please tell me you heard that.”
Post by lynnelia arnett on Jul 31, 2017 0:03:49 GMT
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Lynnelia was about halfway through with the table when Eira spoke to her; “oh, it’s really no trouble at all! Besides… if I’m being completely honest, this entire manor seems rather off to me, and I’d feel far too guilty leaving anyone alone here. Especially a coven mate,” Lynnelia replied, though her voice did give way that she was a bit distracted by the task at hand; despite this, she still sounded rather sincere. [break] “Oh, definitely; it’s almost like no one even lives here and it’s some trick job or something — but that’s just ridiculous. Maybe I’m just overthinking things since I’ve been uneasy the moment I got near the door,” Lynnelia sighed as she got through another quarter of the table. [break] At this point, Lynnelia was speeding through the books on the table, since everything just kept feeling more and more concerning; there was something strange going on, but she couldn’t pinpoint a thing. [break] It was when she got another handful of books that she heard it— a click, and Eira asking if she’d heard it. [break] Lynnelia almost dropped her books, and she could feel her heart sink. [break] “Yes,” she whispered, setting the books back on the table and approaching where Eira was to examine the clicking noise in question. Her eyes narrowed as she removed some of the books there, balancing them against one arm before pushing against the wood behind them— [break] Only to discover a false shelf. Pushing it in further, she could hear a creak directly to the right, and suddenly— the entire bookshelf was moving. [break] She quickly stepped away from it to avoid being hit, instinctively pulling Eira away with her for the witch’s safety. [break] “Well,” she breathed, a soft though noticeable edge to her words. “That’s rather… strange, wouldn’t you say?” She gave a nervous laugh, though it was evident that she was a bit shaken. [break] What if Ms. Jocelyn is stuck in there somewhere? [break] “I think,” she started, though there was a hint of hesitation in her words. “I think I’m going to investigate whatever this is. What if… Ms. Jocelyn…” [break] With that, Lynnelia walked toward and into the hallway leading to a medium sized, circular room lined with various items and scrolls. What is all of this?
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She could feel a sense of relief flood over herself when Lynnelia confirmed her suspicions, the gentle click the book made hadn’t been some trick of her own mind though she was unable to decide whether that outcome was good. Eira stepped aside when the other approached the shelf in question, pulling her own hand away from the shelf as the other examined the bookshelf; simply watching her remove the books from the shelf and a feeling of surprise overwhelmed her.
The back paneling of the shelf was loose and she couldn’t help, but feel a bit on edge with how the events of this mission were spanning out for their small group. Her brows furrowed more and what was once a quiet click, turned into a loud creak; the bookshelf slowly sliding open to reveal whatever lied hidden inside.
Her head turned to focus on Lynnelia when she felt a gentle touch on her arm and with some reluctance, she obliged to the witch’s silent concern by stepping away from the opening shelf, “Strange doesn’t begin to describe whatever we just stumbled upon.” Eira admitted, only entering the short hallway alongside the other witch when she heard the contraption settle; she heard about hidden rooms before, but she didn’t quite expect to stumble into one while cleaning a house alongside the help with others.
“I’m not too concerned with Ms.Jocelyn if I have to be honest, but this does possibly explain why there were so many books carelessly tossed about the room like that.” Eira managed, her hand trailing the wall as she followed the other down the the darkened hallway; stopping a few inches away from Lynnelia when the circular room came into view.
The room itself was dimly lit, items and various scrolls lining the walls; almost filling the room with a disconcerting feeling. Eira eventually pushed past Lynnelia to observe the contents, picking up books that seemed entirely unfamiliar to her and a bit different than the books she saw in the main library. She hummed underneath her breath, flipping through the pages of one strange book, “It seems that Ms. Jocelyn took an interest on researching something…” Eira mumbled under her breath.
“I’m not too sure what these books are detailing, but it definitely seems like something connected to her family…” The witch glanced up, closing the strange book with a small hum before placing it back on her table. She was quiet as she continued to look throughout the room, noting the strange contents before her head perked up; that same creaking noise the contraption had made earlier echoing through the dark corridor.
"GOT IT!"
