Amanda - Tuesday night
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xp_logsBrief interlude: Amanda tries to find Nathan her own way.
"Gods of the wandering ways, show me the one I seek. Reveal his presence, I beseech thee..."
Her voice was getting hoarse from repeating the spell so often - if she hadn't known it by heart before, she did now. Fingers trembling from fatigue dipped into the bowl again, scraping up the last of the sand, scattered it across the map. In her other hand was Nathan's watch, its weight solid and reassuring. Something real.
If the spell worked, the sand would collect on the spot where Nathan was. She'd already switched from the North American map she'd started with, and had worked her way up to a world atlas, borrowed from the geography room.
"Show me the one who is lost. If he be living..." The words faltered, even though constant repetition had made the words practically meaningless, she stumbled on that phrase. There was a reason the spell wasn't working, one more awful than Clarice's suggestion that she was being blocked. "If he be living, reveal him to me."
Still nothing. The sand was merely that, sand, refusing to move and gather in one place, collecting in the spine of the large book. Amanda bowed her head, too exhausted to continue, to heartsick to move. "Please Nate," she whispered, her voice cracking. "Please come home."
"Gods of the wandering ways, show me the one I seek. Reveal his presence, I beseech thee..."
Her voice was getting hoarse from repeating the spell so often - if she hadn't known it by heart before, she did now. Fingers trembling from fatigue dipped into the bowl again, scraping up the last of the sand, scattered it across the map. In her other hand was Nathan's watch, its weight solid and reassuring. Something real.
If the spell worked, the sand would collect on the spot where Nathan was. She'd already switched from the North American map she'd started with, and had worked her way up to a world atlas, borrowed from the geography room.
"Show me the one who is lost. If he be living..." The words faltered, even though constant repetition had made the words practically meaningless, she stumbled on that phrase. There was a reason the spell wasn't working, one more awful than Clarice's suggestion that she was being blocked. "If he be living, reveal him to me."
Still nothing. The sand was merely that, sand, refusing to move and gather in one place, collecting in the spine of the large book. Amanda bowed her head, too exhausted to continue, to heartsick to move. "Please Nate," she whispered, her voice cracking. "Please come home."
