[ Audra repeats the name several times, memorizing it, careful not to take her eyes off of Galadriel, trying to solidify it in her memory, as tenuous as that is at the moment. ]
Okay. Artanis, if you could come close to this table, please.
[ Audra moves over to what she's more or less prepared as an altar, a ceremonial skull adorned with purple stones sits far right of the center of the table, other fairly innocuous dried herbs placed evenly over the table. She places the book of notes in the center, placing her right hand over it as she focuses her magic, her staff held in her left.
After a stretch of silence the book begins to glow, imbued with Audra's magic, and she looks up at Galadriel. ]
If you could place your hand on the book, the binding will be complete. You might feel a little pinching, but it shouldn't hurt.
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Okay. Artanis, if you could come close to this table, please.
[ Audra moves over to what she's more or less prepared as an altar, a ceremonial skull adorned with purple stones sits far right of the center of the table, other fairly innocuous dried herbs placed evenly over the table. She places the book of notes in the center, placing her right hand over it as she focuses her magic, her staff held in her left.
After a stretch of silence the book begins to glow, imbued with Audra's magic, and she looks up at Galadriel. ]
If you could place your hand on the book, the binding will be complete. You might feel a little pinching, but it shouldn't hurt.