Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20161201013236/@comment-26444332-20161204203024

Elspeth nods, and draws a sapphire from her pocket. She then throws it into the air, the small blue jewel spinning and catching the light.

'Mary, Mary, quite contrary,'

She begins, chanting the old rhyme.

'How does your garden grow?'

The sapphire stays suspended in the air, quivering a little, now softly glowing with light.

'With silver bells, and cockle shells,'

The gem lights up the room briefly, and for a moment mist blurs the walls, revealing thousands of dim images which move faster than the eye can blink.

'And pretty maids all in a row.'

The gem shatters, and the room returns to normal. Elspeth clutches the side of her head in obvious discomfort.

'She's alive,' she announces after a short moment. 'Though for how long, I cannot be certain.'