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Sep. 10th, 2019 09:29 pmWatching a sea turtle nest hatch was, by no means, an overly exciting event. Most of the time was spent waiting quietly, which for Lorelei meant either playing music or working on a portable project. In this case in particular it meant she was working on a leather case for one of her bells; she was careful to not let the clapper free while she was molding the casing to the outside of the bell.
It was good she was careful, too: the particular one she was working on could send all who heard it, herself included, into death from whence there was no return. Even for a witch skilled in necromancy.
She sat on a rock in battered, dirt- and -compost-stained jeans, watching for the first tiny turtles to poke through the sand. The seagulls were no problem for her: a simple barrier spell kept them at bay and wouldn't hurt the hatchlings. But chances were very good that a human coming out of the water at this hour would give her a hell of a fright.
It was good she was careful, too: the particular one she was working on could send all who heard it, herself included, into death from whence there was no return. Even for a witch skilled in necromancy.
She sat on a rock in battered, dirt- and -compost-stained jeans, watching for the first tiny turtles to poke through the sand. The seagulls were no problem for her: a simple barrier spell kept them at bay and wouldn't hurt the hatchlings. But chances were very good that a human coming out of the water at this hour would give her a hell of a fright.
