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 Posted: Sun Jul 16, 2006 2:15 pm
The Wand Is... --to be filled in--
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Posted: Sun Jul 16, 2006 2:19 pm
The Finding The wand shoppe had been quiet for some time. Despite the fact that the woman had gone on millions (exaggerate much?) of expeditions to obtain the wands sitting behind her desk, no guardians had come to claim them.
Coailiann was getting antsy herself. Usually people came within a week, and it had been quite a while. Ianna was busy dusting the wand shop due to Coailiann complaining that she could barely breathe while the sidhe child sat behind the desk and practiced her letters.
English sucked.
One of the large clocks in the shop chimed noon and Ianna sighed. Maybe today someone would claim one of the souls.Generally, Raven was far too busy with her life and her children to stop anywhere besides that on her schedule. Generally, she spent her time picking out what she needed to do next and thus never spent time focusing on the little things she needed to get done. And yet, for some reason, she found herself drawn to this strange place she had never seen before, stepping inside, listening to the sound of the door closing behind her.
...a little out of the way shop of some sort? Well... perhaps there would be something here the children would like. Mekt was always interested in new finds, whether they be natural or supernatural, given his minor obsession with learning about everything.
Two figures in the room-- one small, a child, sitting there... the other a woman who seemed to be taking care of the shop. What exactly had she stumbled into? A little... shop. A strange place. Moving towards the child, Raven hoped she could get some answers-- for example, what exactly all those wands on the shelves were for.
Coailiann, who had taken over for her elder sister in sensing who was who's guardian beamed as Raven entered the shop and went towards the desk. The sidhe's head lifted from her current work and green eyes met the woman's, a glitter inside them.
"Hello! Welcome to...Ghosts of the Past!"
Ianna turned her head to look at her daughter, who gave her a nod. The silver haired woman breathed a sigh of relief and put the duster down, wiping her hands on her sweats. She didn't look like the shop owner, rather, she looked more like a cleaning lady with dust all over the place.
"Thank you, Kay. Finish your letters, aye?" she sent a smile to her daughter before returning her attention to Raven.
"May I help you?"...'Ghosts of the Past'. If that wasn't one of the queerest names for a-- no, Raven took that thought out before it was finished. Definitely not one of the queerest names for a shop, given some of the ones she'd come across... "I'm not actually sure," the girl murmured quietly. "I was just passing through-- thought I might take a look inside?"
Truth be told, Raven didn't know why she'd stepped inside the shop. Wands? Not really her thing. Magic and such-- those were things left for Arch. But this felt... right, somehow. Eerily right, being here...
"Then perhaps you can help me. Coailiann, darling, take your letters to the lobby, okay?"
Looking slightly put out, Coailiann gathered up her pencil, paper, and work book and sighed, "Yes, momma."
The little girl disappeared behind the door to the right of the desk and Ianna slid behind it easily, pulling out a leather bound book and a wand that had a golden statue wrapped around it.
"Can you take a look at the book and tell me what you think?" she raised a brow, a smile on her lips.Raven blinked, her eyes trained on the wand for a long moment before really hearing Ianna's question. Such a sensual, gorgeous-- focus, Raven, focus. Don't be rude, just focus on the book.
The girl smiled and glanced at the book, moving to open it, a bit confused as to what the heck was going on. But that wand-- no. Book. Book, Raven. "What exactly did you want me to look at...?"
"Just the first page will be fine," Ianna answered, leaning back in her stool and almost falling off in the process. She made a messy attempt to save grace and managed to stay upright. That in itself was a miracle considering her accident prone self.
The minute Raven touched the book the cover flew open, an invisible wind winding through the pages and blowing them rapidly open until it landed, quite suddenly, on a well-worn page. On the page was a very life-like sketch of the wand on her desk. Under the picture read:
"Vampire. Wand ID 00029. A Soul has been trapped within the confines of the wand. Congratulations, you have become the next guardian to take on the task of raising it from infancy to greatness. We, Ianna and I, have the upmost faith in you to complete your task dutifully. Best of luck,
Matilda."
"It's a...Well, I don't know what the gender is, but you're a mother nonetheless.""...a mother? A vampire? A soul trapped within a wand? I'm afraid I don't quite... understand..." Raven tried to consider this. This was Gaia. Things happened that didn't make sense when you first approached them. Theoretically, if this wasn't some great hoax, there would be the soul of a vampire within this wand. Trapped there-- relying on Raven to get him? her? it? out and take care of it.
...and yet somehow, Raven wasn't entirely surprised. These things happened. At least... yes, they happened, sometimes. Sometimes when you least expected them. "...it's mine? To take care of?" The beautiful wand she'd been trying not to stare at... she could take it home? To care for?
...stranger things had happened...
"Yes, it's yours. You see, these children lived before but died a horrible death. Wrongful. They get a second chance at life, here, because of their guardians. Nobody knows why they choose who they do, but the soul chooses the guardian."
Ianna looked to the wand, "My daughter? The little girl that just went out here grumbling? She's one of them. A sidhe. Go ahead, pick the wand up."
As she touched it, the wand would give the briefest flash of light and a pulsating warmth before both faded and the wand went back to normal. Raven had been acknowledged.A horrible, wrongful death? ...how... awful. A second chance, a gift given-- but why? What-- these questions would be answered some other time, Raven was sure...
When Raven reached out to pick the wand up, the light and warmth startled her, but didn't really surprise her. After all, these things were... such a gorgeous wand. Beauty, sensuality, and sorrow, raw emotion-- vampire, yes. A carving on the wood, a-- kanji? What the-- samurai. A samurai? A samurai vampire? Those existed?
...stop being bigoted. The wand was lovely-- and even if it was a vampire within, things would turn out all right. "...how do I care for it?" Raven asked quietly, her eyes not leaving the wand.
"When the child inside feels accepted, acknowledged, safe and wanted it will emerge as first a wisp and then a baby ghost. These are the most delicate stages of life. Be careful with them and...Try not to suck them up in a vaccuum. Other than that, you just need to learn about the spirit and try to be prepared to take on a flesh and blood child."
It was all the advice Ianna could really give."A vaccuum-- oh. Wisp. Small, fragile, fog-like?" Raven considered this for a moment before nodding. "...all right then. I'll do my best? Is there... how many others are there?" she thought to ask, still holding the wand gently, possessively.
Ianna thought for a moment, mentally counting the wands, "Uhm...Not quite sure on the exact number," she answered, "But...Maybe fourty? I'll show you the headquarters. It's where my daughters and I live, and where the guardians come to bring their children and meet eachother."
She stood from the stool and walked to the door, pulling it open and walking through. She had apparently abandoned the paper portal (or lost it) in favor of the door.
As they entered the main lobby Via the portal connecting the shoppe and the headquarters, the first thing noticable was the vast...largeness...of it. The high ceilings, edged with gold, the large chandeliers dripping with crystals, the smooth white tile-floors, colorful rugs, and beautiful paintings.
To the left was a large recreational area complete with a large flat-screen television, several rows of various games, movies, video game systems and books. There was a basket of toys in the corner, full of plushies, dolls, cards and various other objects which would appeal to most ages. Included in the area were several comfy looking couches and plush chairs just made for sitting, lounging or bouncing in. It seemed to be heaven on a fluffy carpet. It even had a foos-ball table and an air-hockey table....and for the slightly more food-minded GoTP, a mini fridge always full.
To the right was a large elaborate counter, which seemed to have a force-field of some sort around it, keeping anyone who was not Ianna or Matilda from going behind it. On the counter lay a roster with the names of all the Ghostly children and their guardians, and an appointment book.
From there, it branched off into halls with rows and rows of rooms. Some were storage, some were guest rooms, some were bathrooms, and one very large and ornate door to the end of the hall led to the gardens.
Coailiann was currently sitting at her mother's desk, glaring daggers at her work book. Obviously she wasn't learning very well.
"Welcome to Headquarters," Ianna murmured, "Yo--"
"You're welcome here any time!"
"Quite right, Coailiann."Raven found herself smiling in spite of herself. "...thank you," she murmured, gently rubbing her fingers across the scratched kanji on the wand. "...thank you very much. I think I'm going to like it here."
And a vampire would too, Raven felt sure. For all that vampires didn't tend to get along well with Kin, things would work themselves out one way or another.
--ack. Winter, at home alone, with the children. She should be getting back-- "...I'll come back as soon as I can. For now, I should probably go rescue my sister from my other kids," Raven smiled.
With the slightest bow, the girl left, clutching the wand tightly to her chest.
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Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 1:36 am
Time slipped by unnoticed as Raven stared at the wand, the glistening stone atop the staff of wood, the curious marking hidden within the depths of the topaz, the kanji burned into the wood so deeply-- scratched out so fiercely... and the statue, of coures. The whole of the wand... it pulsed with an energy, a radiance Raven had never felt before, not even from her own kind.
It made no sense. Vampires were blood-sucking fiends, undead creatures cursed to walk the night with no concept of human compassion, human emotion... and yet, this one was said to have been wronged. Could you wrong someone without a soul? No... no, that wouldn't make sense. But that put everything Raven knew of vampires under speculation!
A vampire had chosen her. That's what she kept coming back to. A vampire, a creature whose race had warred with Raven's for centuries, eons, had chosen her to be her caretaker.
Yes, her. Raven had decided that the wand had to belong to a female soul. She wasn't being sexist here, it was just... the way the statue of the Buddha clung to the staff, the mysterious pattern of the lips within the topaz stone atop the wand... it spoke of feminine power, guile.
Perhaps... perhaps there were some similarities between the soul and herself. Beyond the feminine thing. After all, there was something...
Someone who had been wronged. A soul lost, needing an anchor, a loving home. Someone who needed to be cared for. Yes... perhaps there were similarities between the two that Raven didn't first want to remember. Vampires were obviously not what she'd been taught-- thus... thus that left more room to be explored. Vampires as misunderstood creatures, stereotyped and left to their own devices in a torturous pattern...
Wake up. Just... look away from the wand for a moment. Focus on the task at hand. There are standards for how one should live their lives, and staring at a wand all day isn't listed among those.
Focus... Focus...
Such sorrow pooling from the wand! Sometimes Raven glanced at the statue atop the wand-- perhaps it was only her imagination-- but she swore the statue cried, felt something...
She had to take care of this soul. Even if they were in part nortal enemies... this wand still housed someone who needed love and care. Affection.
Raven wanted to fill the hole someone had left behind...
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 6:18 pm
To Find Out More On Vampires Understand the wand further, step within the walls and simply look for information. The library-- a tiny haven, a place where Raven could find solace from the vicious screams of the world-- and now she would go inside and look for information on a creature whose soul was trapped within the gloriously beautiful wand. As much as she loved the library, the girl had to take a deep breath before wandering inside-- too often now, she'd found Mekt or some of her other children within its walls, and she wasn't ready to explain to them yet what her new 'toy' as they called it was.
But today the library appeared to be deserted, the children having fled to different playgrounds-- Mekt to his laboratory he still thought secret, Hera to her playground of the expansive yard, Renjyo to her dollhouse, Kiku to her room, and Nasir-- who knew where that boy had gone? Enough for now. Focus on the task at hand, focus, focus. The books for this task lay in a secret area even ever-observant Kiku hadn't noted-- a room deep within the house, going into the heart of the Nest.
Down, down the stairs into the dim, the light only left by the flickering candles which never could be extinguished. Breathe in the strange air, the scent of the past, of secrets never whispered. Shiver slightly in the chill of being so far beneath the ground. Into the room of nothing and everything, the place with breaths of memory of the-- no. Not that. Not now. Focus. Vampires.
This vampire.
"Vampire." A single word, a key to open the doors to volumes-- there. Gold topaz eyes shimmering, gleaming in the utter dark, the quiet sound of padded paws moving towards her. Raven shivered, staring at the glorious, terrifying creature slipping through the darkness for a long moment before the panther dropped a book before her-- a single tome which carried within it the information she sought. "...thank you." And it was gone again.
She really needed to get a better filing system for her books. Dealing with those creatures had a tendency to unsettle Raven to the point of-- focus. Vampire. Vampire. Scooping the book up from where it had been dropped, Raven traced the strange runes on the cover, whispering words she didn't understand-- keys to open locked doors, hidden information. Keys to highlight the truth and strike the lies free.
Vampires are creatures of the night, supernatural, humanoid beings who once were human. While there are unconfirmed reports of vampires changing (or Embracing, as they call it) other creatures into their undead form, the average vampire is humanoid.
Many believe vampires are immortal-- unable to die. However, this is only half true. As those who have come across vampires well know, these leeches can be killed under the right circumstances, such as fire, sunlight, beheading, or substantial amounts of damage. However, vampires will not age, as they are walking corpses, essentially. They are able to sustain themselves through drinking the blood of others-- not only sustain themselves, but also enhance their loathsome existence into one with supernatural speed, power, and even healing. Most vampires do not have to kill their prey in order to drink from them, and they hide their tracks with a single lick from their tongues upon the wound they inflict.
Vampire are not all the same, contrary to popular belief. There are, in fact, several groups-- 'Clans', they call them, and their subsets of 'Bloodlines'. Thirteen Clans have been documented, as well as an undefined number of Bloodlines. For further information on these Clans, see page 100.
Raven frowned at the book. Trust it to get all science-y on her. Fine. Flipping the pages until she reached the aforementioned page, the girl bit back a gasp-- symbols representing the known Clans and Bloodlines-- and a distinctive pair of lips under the heading for 'The Daughters of Cacophony'.
...well, well, well. So, Raven had a little Daughter in her hands, did she?
The Cainites of this talented bloodline espouse music and the voice as tools for the soul. Through their enchanting arts, they perform arias of exquisite beauty, sing verses of ethereal consistency and fire emotions in even undead hearts.
None can say where the Daughters of Cacophony began, and no one knows the name of their elusive founder. Some scientifically minded Kindred claim that the Daughters diverged from their parent clan in antiquity due to their focused studies into song, while others speak of myths in which the bloodline's progenitor dealt with faeries or mermaids. This seems probable occasionally, as there is more than a hint of fey madness in the Daughters.
The Daughters of Cacophony spend their nights in practice and performance, trying to reach new pinnacles in their art. A few take the opportunity to perform for other Cainites, and their services are in great demand-- though it is rumored that their arts can easily create terror and madness along with their inspiration. Although other Cainites find themselves focusing on the constraints of one sect or another, the Daughters turn their eyes elsewhere. The music is all that matters.
Naturally, the Sirens Embrace only those females with musical and oratory talent. Every type of music and musician is represented in the ranks, from rotund opera divas to waif-like guitar-players to piano ingenues and even the frontwomen of punk or jazz bands. However, they all share an inspired touch, a spark that strives for expression, even before the Embrace, and many are snatched away from the mortal world and turned before they can achieve true mortal fame beyond their little-known careers.
Well. That... explained some things, and not much at all. So she had a singer. Or a musician. Or whatever. A musician from a group named after discord and a lack of harmony. Somehow, Raven knew she should've expected this from vampires.
There were more pages to read. There was more information she could find. But Raven knew that she'd had enough for one day-- enough to read this, to know that vampires weren't all bad. Vampires carried distinctions, carried desire, carried dreams. Vampires cared for beauty-- vampires had their own wants, needs-- vampires were just like anyone else. Except for the undead, blood-sucking, unable to stand sunlight bit.
Enough for today. Raven carried the book back upstairs, through the library, back to her room where the wand still lay gleaming on the bed. Enough for today. It was time to just... know the wand. Understand the girl inside. She still had been wronged, still was trapped.
Raven had to help.
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 5:43 pm
A Strange Reaction
Music soared through the room, laughing, dancing, crying. Somewhere within these songs lay an answer, something to calm the restless spirit trapped within the confines of this glorious wand, this beautiful creation-- at least, that was the theory Raven was so strictly holding to. The girl had tried Buddhist chants, sutras to try to make the wand feel more comfortable, but there had been no reaction-- except Raven could've sworn the statue rolled its still, golden eyes at her efforts. It hadn't gone over so well at any rate. Classical music from around the world seemed to garner much the same reaction. Apparently this was a picky vampire on top of everything else. Just Raven's luck. Though, the girl thought she should've expected it-- Daughters were supposed to be insane, right? It made some sense.
As a result, though, Raven retreated back to her musicals, deciding she needed a break from trying to please this fickle creature. Les Misérables, Follies, Hello Dolly, Oliver, Passions, Carousel, Into the Woods, and so many more tunes pounded at the air, demanding to let their stories be known. Everything had a purpose, and each purpose wanted to be recognized. This chaos, multitude of mixtures, time periods, styles-- it made Raven smile, relax. The next soundtrack began, further deepening the trance Raven had fallen into, the sounds of Camelot rising, trumpets heralding the King. Sweet sounds of hope mixed with that bitter anxiety.
She hadn't let go of the wand much since taking the time to research the vampire within. She'd even taken the wand to the butcher's shop where she'd gotten some pig's blood-- just to see how much such a... food...? would cost. It was cheap-- and plentiful apparently. The topaz began to glow slightly at the scent of the blood-- recognizing it, perhaps. It would follow, with the whole vampire thing. The blood was probably spoiled by now-- but Raven wasn't sure how to easily dispose of it, or how long blood could even last anyway. It wasn't like she played with blood often at all. She did her best to steer clear of it, actually, too many bad memories threatening to rise up and take her deeper into...
Warmth. That was the first sensation startling Raven from her trance while deepening it in the same movement. Gentle, pulsating warmth, caressing, touching. Flowing through Raven's hands into the wand-- ah. Familiarity. She'd taken a Reiki course, knew what this sensation was. Balance. The wand wanted to be balanced. Who didn't? Permission had silently been given now. Warmth-- stronger, stronger heat, tingling, prickling sensations. Hotter, hotter-- Raven could feel her palms dripping with sweat and they hadn't even gotten very far. Only a few moments had passed-- usually it took minutes. She supposed being caught inside a staff would make one a bit... testy and imbalanced, but still!
Raven had closed her eyes when the energy had begun streaming through her-- from the universe, through the conduit, into the wand-- as she was prone to doing. Something about the sensation of her body tingling in anticipation, the almost electric feel of her hands rising to the task-- it made her close her eyes, feel what was happening. But something shifted beneath her fingers, and Raven glanced down to see what was happening. Why would a wand be--
--moving...?
It wasn't. The statue was, uncurling itself to look up at Raven with black eyes, so filled with pain and anger and want. A voice spoke inside of Raven's mind, a whisper-- a name? Yui. Gone again, Raven shivered in the loss of that gentle touch, that raging candle. "Yui," Raven whispered to herself, tasting the strange name. Yui. Binding Garment. A Japanese name-- a girl's name. Yui...
The statue curled itself back around the staff, closing its eyes till only gold remained-- gold and a strange... smoke-like being attached to the the wand now, mildly humanoid-shaped. White and violet and maroon all in one, a tiny creature part of the wand. "...Yui?" Raven asked, somewhat incredulously. Was she talking to inanimate objects again--
It moved, slightly, the little almost head-like portion shifting the tiniest bit-- Raven almost thought it was her imagination producing the movement. "Yui," Raven smiled slightly, hoping she wasn't insane. "...it's good to have you here."
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Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 2:00 pm
Dear Diary,
I've never been particularly good at keeping a journal, let me say this now. So it's more than likely this will be the only entry I ever put down. But at the same time, it seems important for me to say these things, keep a record of what's happened, explain some of the things that I've been doing. At least for posterity's sake, if for no other reason.
The wand I was given at that strange store... something's attached to it now. A little red wisp of a thing-- Yui. I think that's what her name was. She... said it. Told me. It was strange, it was vicious-- it was beautiful. I can't find the words to describe what happened-- it's not like I understood it. I wasn't supposed to, I think. It wasn't as if it's something explicable, something that happens to most people in the world.
Such torment... sorrow, anger, pain all in one. Eyes that could drag your soul away into a place where everything would be explained and nothing would ever be right again because there had been so much that had happened. I wanted to heal that pain, take away the darkness, the sorrow that's characterized her life. But nothing yet.
Not yet. She's still young, still a tiny creation. I have to coax her into coming out, showing me more of herself. I know that. I have to care for her, look after her before I can do anything else for her. But in order to do that... I don't know. I'll think of something.
The other children are slowly taking care of themselves, each other-- and learning to trust. I'm glad. Everything's working out in this family, little by little. I hope it'll be all right. I think it will be. Everything will be fine, eventually. Eventually...
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Posted: Sat Oct 14, 2006 7:12 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2006 3:02 pm
Gift-Giving A gift. Something for the little ghost-ling-vampire-thing to play with. Or something like that-- Raven still felt like she wasn’t sure of much. Oh well. There wasn’t much Raven knew of to go off of, so she’d gone with her gut instinct (and the clue she’d gotten from before about how the little thing had turned into a wisp) and shown up at, of all places, a music store.
Oh. ******** Hell. What was she supposed to do now? Music had nothing to do with vampires in general, just certain ones in specific, it seemed. At least, Raven hoped that was how it worked. There wasn’t much she knew of vampires other than what the book had told her-- which, now that she thought about it, was more of what vampires weren’t than what they actually were.
“Can I help you find anything?” one of those oh-so-friendly salesmen asked, moving towards Raven with that glint in his eye clearly stating: I FOUND A POTENTIAL CUSTOMER.
“I’m just looking right now,” the girl murmured, trying her best to move away from the man. She didn’t want to be cornered right now, didn’t want to deal with other people. She was just looking for a gift for her little girl. A gift which would give Yui some sort of comfort. Or something like that.
A gift like... that. That microphone. “How much is that?” Raven turned back to the annoying man, indicating the black mic.
“It’s on sale right now. Ninety-nine dollars and ninety-nine cents.”
Deceiving price if she’d ever heard one. But it fit. “All right then,” Raven shrugged and moved to the counter to pay for it.
Satisfied with that, Raven left the store, going back home-- wait. Vampires were all well and good, but Yui’s wand had a statue of it. Something familiar-- the Buddha. Well, Raven could duplicate that, couldn’t she? She had contacts--
“Corbin?” Raven called her henchman on the cell phone. “I need you to go buy a statue for me. A little Buddha.”
Long silence. “...you’re joking.”
“I am not!” Raven snarled. “It’s for Yui-- go buy one. There should be little ten inch statues somewhere-- check for me, won’t you?”
“Fine, fine,” Corbin shrugged and hung up. Well, if that’s how she was going to be, he’d be sure to get one that she’d remember.
Home. Now to get home. Raven drove slowly and carefully back, Yui’s wand in her purse, the little wisp curled around the wand, sound asleep. The package in the back of the car with the microphone swayed with every bump that the car went over, but Raven just kept driving till they reached the Nest.
“Tadaima~” Raven called into the house, lugging her purse and the package in. “Anyone awake?”
“Just me,” Corbin responded from his seat in the hallway. “Nasir went out, and the other children are asleep.”
“Did you get--”
“Of course I got it,” Corbin glared. “I’m not incompetent. It’s in the kitchen.”
The kitchen. Figured. Slipping into the aforementioned room with Yui’s wand in hand, Raven smiled. She knew she could count on Corbin.
The statue was beautiful, crafted of silver. The Amida Buddha-- also known as Siddharta Gautama, the founder of Buddhism. Placing the microphone next to it, Raven glanced between the two. What a difference-- a figure who believed that material goods should be taken only in moderation and a lavish microphone from the 21st century. Strange that both should be gifts for--
The wand was doing it again. The hot thing. Where it got so hot Raven didn’t know if she should be holding it-- wait. She hadn’t been holding it. It had been in her purse-- how had it gotten into her hands? And why was it shaking?
Why couldn’t she put it down?
“Yui,” Raven whispered. The little wisp hadn’t even uncurled, instead seeming to fade in the heat, fading to near translucency. “Yui?” she asked again, watching the tiny being.
Sudden movement, Yui diving into the silver statue--
A loud crack, the Buddha breaking down the middle, splitting to reveal... a larger Yui.
A larger, annoyed Yui, it seemed.
But then the microphone came into her view, and it was all curiosity again, swirling around the strange object, cooing softly, appreciatively. So easily calmed, the strange child.
...what had just happened?
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 11:49 am
Hey, it wasn't like he wasn't entirely wanted in the house. Raeven was just… visiting his twin. Who didn't know he was there. And who'd told him never to come near the place. Minor technicalities. Who really cared about them between family? Besides, it wasn't like she'd throw him out if she found him, she'd just get all righteous and indignant on him and then yell at him to get out.
Raven was too nice for her own good sometimes.
All Raeven wanted to do tonight though, was find out more about some of Raven's kids. Specifically the not-quite-kids. He'd checked on the twins who'd come from the rock already-- sleeping, facing away from each other but unable to keep too far away. Ah well. Interesting children.
Next on the list was the little wand thing. Ghost. Whatever. Raeven didn't care what it was, he just wanted to see it. Consider it.
But it would be harder to get to the wand, since Raven kept it with her at all times. Thus the reason he'd waited till she was (probably) in bed, sleeping, drifting off to the realm of dreams where her sister reigned--
That wasn't normal. The sound of crying? But why?
Glancing inside the room, Raeven raised an eyebrow at the scene which appeared before him. His twin, crying, the aforementioned wand broken in her arms, cradled like a dead child.
...maybe this was a bad time. He'd come back later.
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