RE: [8/8] Something Awesome [1.1 - Silver Hills]
05-29-2013, 02:36 AM
(This post was last modified: 05-29-2013, 03:01 AM by Brom.)
"Go for it," calls Oren from the back room. "Imma need that hat back someday, though."
He shreds the gauze into foot-long strips and arranges 8 or 9 in a clumsy circle. The tngri usually like a bit of artistry in their Wardings, but they'll understand if it's a clumsy white fella minus one digit petitioning them.
I call upon you, the 55 tngiri. The 77 natigai. The ĵigari. The abĵiya. Hear me and smile on me, Sagaan Ubgen. Hear me and protect me, Burkhan Garbal. My plaintive voice carries to you; my life and dole I suspend in the weave and the thread. Keep close my wellness, and the wellness of my friends. Help me smooth the tangles of wickedness where I shall find them.
He exhales deeply and splays his fingers across the wards.
In Oren's experience, things a bunch of folks place a bunch of importance in, well, there's usually a reason for it. He feels a tingly warmth in his forearms and a meaningful peace.
He stands up, and wraps the strips of gauze around his arm. "This mean you're in, Otto? Because if that fire were to go conveniently up and them cameras were to go conveniently down, say, round 7 pm tonight, me and you and Donovan, maybe, could get down to the bottom of this. Boy's gonna try and break in there eventually, way things are going. We might as well make sure he doesn't get himself killed."
He shreds the gauze into foot-long strips and arranges 8 or 9 in a clumsy circle. The tngri usually like a bit of artistry in their Wardings, but they'll understand if it's a clumsy white fella minus one digit petitioning them.
I call upon you, the 55 tngiri. The 77 natigai. The ĵigari. The abĵiya. Hear me and smile on me, Sagaan Ubgen. Hear me and protect me, Burkhan Garbal. My plaintive voice carries to you; my life and dole I suspend in the weave and the thread. Keep close my wellness, and the wellness of my friends. Help me smooth the tangles of wickedness where I shall find them.
He exhales deeply and splays his fingers across the wards.
In Oren's experience, things a bunch of folks place a bunch of importance in, well, there's usually a reason for it. He feels a tingly warmth in his forearms and a meaningful peace.
He stands up, and wraps the strips of gauze around his arm. "This mean you're in, Otto? Because if that fire were to go conveniently up and them cameras were to go conveniently down, say, round 7 pm tonight, me and you and Donovan, maybe, could get down to the bottom of this. Boy's gonna try and break in there eventually, way things are going. We might as well make sure he doesn't get himself killed."
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