Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190628224007/@comment-26517142-20190709060257

"One way to find out." said Glinda as she throws up the piece of clay in the air. Her wand quickly catches it in a threaded blotch of magic. Interestingly, the Wiccen shatters the clay part into smaller fragments.. up until she fixes the glasses upon her nosebridge. Her eyebrows furrow.

"These bits of earth have been clumped together on a molecular basis.. by ice. The same molecules are able to distribute her magic potential into them.. and explains why these mere clay-forms are able to perform magic like their creator."



She flashes the surface of the clay piece, revealing a symbol. One that the Wiccen herself stares in utter terror.

"I knew it.... they are hers. (Seems to hurl) Liandrie's."