Spring was almost done, but before it could end, Elizabeth had some cleaning to do. Now that she was not only married, as Mary Watson, she was also bound to Shamus. Some things needed to change, or rather, be rectified.
As Elizabeth sat by the alter, her mind drifted over the course of the last two or so years. This penthouse had been given to her by an unexpected death to the elderly woman who had it before her and many could enter it. Too many for her comfort.
So with the broken mirrors, monk's hood and the keys she had procured, Elizabeth set off to work with a small notebook by her side. The ritual should not be as difficult as it could have been, thanks again to Zodiac. It seemed in the rituals there were certain words that were familiar to the demi-fae creatures and from there it was attaining the name of the person and then a sweeping of finding the last few components to finish the ritual. She had not tried this ritual before and it would perhaps give her a few wounds, as the one before it did, but that was to be expected. Nothing without perseverance and the spending of energies to heal wounds that were problematic.
Elizabeth set the items on the ritual alter and closed her eyes as she concentrated. After a few moments a demi-fae appeared, one that was quite tall and quite angry. The blonde woman already had a feeling how this would end, but if she could attain just part of the ritual and the person's name, then she would be quite happy. Elizabeth would consider it a win and try again.
Maybe the woman just was not well versed in the fae tongue, but after two handfuls of turns, after speaking the words that were familiar to the creature she conjured up, it snatched the mirror up in it's oversized hand, hissed at her, gouged her stomach with the mirror and took off running. But she smiled. Elizabeth had gotten the name she needed and with that was success. Her eyes moved down to the large wound that ripped into her flesh at her stomach and sighed. Slowly, she stood, shifted her focus off the demi-fae and to herself and allowed her wound to be washed away. She would have to feed later, but first she had to change her clothes. Then a thought hit her. Was it really a success?