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@caiaphas

A light drizzle was passing over the Sound, and Leucothoë stood upon a ridge that overlooked the Ocean. She imagined if she were to fall–or to push someone–they would be taken by the Sea and carried to Charybdis. The Sea looked hungry today, and Leucothoë knew why. Always with the coming of war did the Sea crave for the blood of enemies; someone had stolen a cub of theirs, and for that, there would be blood. This she knew the moment Caiaphas spoke of it; it was just a matter of when.

The young witch knew she would need many things to do her Scrying properly. The sea would tell her things, but so would bones and seaweed and stones the sea expelled from it. Leucothoë knew (in her mind) she was clairvoyant to the Sea and the Mother and Her will; never had she misheard something, never had She denied her. It was a privilege, though it weighed heavy on her. It was a lot of responsibility.

The drizzle shifted to rain, but water had never bothered Leucothoë. The Grecian youth turned to find shelter. Wet alone was one thing, but the cold nip the wind brought alongside the wet was a bother to her.