"Good." The warding she lays on his skull is easy for her to do but it's complex as far as wardings go, after all, she has to tie it between the two of them - Bob's essence and her own. It takes a few hours, more so since she had to go out and purchase a few supplies and then lay out her circle with each of its inner points. Thankfully, she'd had them in her bag, each point of bronze triangle to make up the directions and elements. Once she has a house of her own, it'll be inlaid into the floor. For now, she anchors the skull to both of them. Any disturbance will bring warning to them and harm to anyone touching it. The further they take the skull, the more harm is done to them, though it will not kill them. She draws that line at murder, as she should. It doesn't mean, however, that she's not going to make it as painful as possible to anyone daring to move or steal Bob's skull.
The next, shaping the ectoplasm and energy from the magic all around them requires something more than just spells to be spoken, it requires ritual and nothing that belongs to her save her own body. She is not shy but settles into the centre of the circle with the elements surrounding her; air, fire, water, earth, and spirit, skyclad as the day she was born. Bob's skull is across from her as she prepares, quickly putting herself into a state of pure nothingness - no thought, no noise, her breathing easy, her eyes closed. Arha gives her first sacrifice of self, her blood, with a quick nip that hits the water, fire ignites, burning away the blood, a handful of earth crackles, Bob skull glows.
It takes through the night, her tight focus never ebbing, but slowly Bob's body comes together. Feet, hands, head, legs torso, all of it right, all of it ready for him to jump into when he was ready. When it was done, she was shivering and exhausted, perspiration dampening her curls as she let out a long breath without opening her eyes.
"Bob," she whispers, "it's done. You have permission to pass between your skull and the construct any time you wish."
Re: 001. Settling In
The next, shaping the ectoplasm and energy from the magic all around them requires something more than just spells to be spoken, it requires ritual and nothing that belongs to her save her own body. She is not shy but settles into the centre of the circle with the elements surrounding her; air, fire, water, earth, and spirit, skyclad as the day she was born. Bob's skull is across from her as she prepares, quickly putting herself into a state of pure nothingness - no thought, no noise, her breathing easy, her eyes closed. Arha gives her first sacrifice of self, her blood, with a quick nip that hits the water, fire ignites, burning away the blood, a handful of earth crackles, Bob skull glows.
It takes through the night, her tight focus never ebbing, but slowly Bob's body comes together. Feet, hands, head, legs torso, all of it right, all of it ready for him to jump into when he was ready. When it was done, she was shivering and exhausted, perspiration dampening her curls as she let out a long breath without opening her eyes.
"Bob," she whispers, "it's done. You have permission to pass between your skull and the construct any time you wish."