I believe I would like to meet Miss Maggotbone. I am unsure if her department can assist me in this matter, but perhaps she knows some who might be of assistance.
I cannot manage the casting and rituals myself, you see. Do you happen to know anyone I might speak with? I would be pleased with any assistance you can give me in resolving my dilemma.
[She slightly lifted and extended her hand in his direction as she asked for his aid. She was hoping he would offer his direct assistance in crafting the ritual spells necessary for the creation of the runestones.
That little, unconscious gesture, was the straw that broke the camel's back, so to speak. At the sight of that hussy elf reaching for their dear Severus' hand, the woman in the floofy green and silver dress gave a shrill cry and all but threw her skirts up in enraged indignation.]
"How dare you! You two-bit Tolkien reject! Get your hands off my husband, you bitch!"
[She stormed forward waving her arms about like a madwoman as she screamed insults at Ysera. The rest of the group of women was bristling and glaring venomously at her as well.
Ysera turned her head around and simply stared through closed eyes, eyebrows so high they looked like antennae.]
What-? Lady, I-
[But she was cut off as someone behind her shouted.]
"Hey! You can't talk about the Aspect of the Dream like that!"
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I cannot manage the casting and rituals myself, you see. Do you happen to know anyone I might speak with? I would be pleased with any assistance you can give me in resolving my dilemma.
[She slightly lifted and extended her hand in his direction as she asked for his aid. She was hoping he would offer his direct assistance in crafting the ritual spells necessary for the creation of the runestones.
That little, unconscious gesture, was the straw that broke the camel's back, so to speak. At the sight of that hussy elf reaching for their dear Severus' hand, the woman in the floofy green and silver dress gave a shrill cry and all but threw her skirts up in enraged indignation.]
"How dare you! You two-bit Tolkien reject! Get your hands off my husband, you bitch!"
[She stormed forward waving her arms about like a madwoman as she screamed insults at Ysera. The rest of the group of women was bristling and glaring venomously at her as well.
Ysera turned her head around and simply stared through closed eyes, eyebrows so high they looked like antennae.]
What-? Lady, I-
[But she was cut off as someone behind her shouted.]
"Hey! You can't talk about the Aspect of the Dream like that!"