The brunette traced one finger along the edge of a particularly sharp piece. Red blood leaked and floated into the object as it finished coming together. Considering this was all something close to a dream, the action was more about 'intent' than anything.
She watched her emotionless reflection in the shiny blackness fragment repeatedly and reform over and over.
"That should interfere with the connection. I knew the answer was right there in my wedding gifts."
Elua was also right about something else this time. The situation was one she was capable of controlling. She had been a Demi-god once… and there was little she had not ever truly seen. An object meant to parley with a higher power was firmly on the list of 'have seen'.
The spiritualist had just been too 'weak' to notice the signs.
"Relics of an ascended Divinity shouldn't just be lying around like this."
