One commented upon the great success of using a scrying spell here, before being told to quiet up and enjoy the show…
“The masters may not approve of this kind of usage for a far scry spell; but at least we can claim to be practicing its usage. Her breathing became slightly more rapid, just the barest of whispers at that, yet despairing to her. He gave to her a small nod that mixed approval with a salute of interest. The viewer, known by no other name, or even of what its species or gender is, watched in rapt attention. The evening sun shined through the room’s window down upon her crossed legs, casting a golden hued shine upon an already richly browned tan…
Now then, just like you have been first taught…settle the breathing and focus to clear my mind…
Eyes the color of richest honey-mead slowly eased their way closed, beholding for a final moment the rich colors of her room, along with the rugged, dishwater-blond tassel of hair that earned her the nickname of “Swamp Rat.”
Do not
