Yes, I hope so. When things are done, we should all meet up and do something fun, sí?
[ She includes Voryn in that statement too! Though he’s almost certainly too busy to note it… Quetzalcoatl does watch Voryn work curiously, since even as much as sacrifice and bloodletting was part of her culture, to make sigils with it is more the work of mages. Maybe it would be worth asking him about his magic more for her own reasons, but that too can wait until later.
Patiently, she waits until he’s done, and she nods as she takes the rock. For the Trades of the Factions’ energy, she’s just been using her sharp teeth to cut a little puncture wound into a finger, but for something like this, it doesn’t seem right to her. There’s power in blood, that’s something they all understand, but to the Azteca, there’s also power in where it comes from. To bring life to humanity, she had cut four places to give them her blood. It seems right to at least pick one of those places.
Quetzalcoatl kneels before the spot that’s indicated, and after saying something softly in Nahuatl, extends her tongue and drives the sharp point through it to pierce it. There’s not a noise from her as she does so, since there’s a ritualistic element to this for her that asks for silence as a show of strength. She does withdraw the rock with a little sigh, then cups a hand to catch the thick blood that spills out. Once there’s enough, she pours it from her hand into the circle.
Wordlessly, but with a smile all the same, she offers the rock to John next. ]
cw for uhhh bloodletting from the tongue
[ She includes Voryn in that statement too! Though he’s almost certainly too busy to note it… Quetzalcoatl does watch Voryn work curiously, since even as much as sacrifice and bloodletting was part of her culture, to make sigils with it is more the work of mages. Maybe it would be worth asking him about his magic more for her own reasons, but that too can wait until later.
Patiently, she waits until he’s done, and she nods as she takes the rock. For the Trades of the Factions’ energy, she’s just been using her sharp teeth to cut a little puncture wound into a finger, but for something like this, it doesn’t seem right to her. There’s power in blood, that’s something they all understand, but to the Azteca, there’s also power in where it comes from. To bring life to humanity, she had cut four places to give them her blood. It seems right to at least pick one of those places.
Quetzalcoatl kneels before the spot that’s indicated, and after saying something softly in Nahuatl, extends her tongue and drives the sharp point through it to pierce it. There’s not a noise from her as she does so, since there’s a ritualistic element to this for her that asks for silence as a show of strength. She does withdraw the rock with a little sigh, then cups a hand to catch the thick blood that spills out. Once there’s enough, she pours it from her hand into the circle.
Wordlessly, but with a smile all the same, she offers the rock to John next. ]