Sierra placed a knife on Rosalie's wrists and With one swift move she sliced her hand.
"What are you doing?" Asked Augusta with fear in her eyes.
Blood gushed out of her hand and Rosalie grunted because of pain. She tried to wriggle out her hand from Sierra's grip but the fellow witch didn't let it go.
"Easy… easy there my princess. I won't kill you." Whispered Sierra as she held old rusted bowl made of iron to collect the blood that was dripping from Rosalie's hand.
As of understanding what she was doing Augusta took a breath of relief.
Rosalie was still baffled about what they were doing.
Sierra looked at her lost face and shook her head.
"See, this is what happened when you ban on the using core magic. I spoke to your grandmother in to it to not ban people to do rituals like this but she never listened, did she?" She commented, as she glanced at Augusta.
After that she pulled out some strained of hair from Rosalie head.
