the end of vigil

[inherpiety]

Keziah continues to routinely invite Junia to sing with her.

Today they are practicing the Third Angelic Rite.

And then - how rude! - the door to the music room opens.

But not to the hallway - and not to any visible hand - and there is a strong press of magical presence emanating from it, and a faint sheen of rainbow water droplets hanging in the air.

Comments

[pythbox]

"Because of magic?" she guesses.

[inherpiety]

"Yeah, we can all talk to each other from far away. Mom will put you on the network too if you want."

[pythbox]

"There seem to be a lot of things that only your mother can do."

[inherpiety]

"Dad can do them all, but mostly Mom does them," shrugs Keziah. "And the others of mom can do all the same things."