Forgotonia, church - Day 2 - 19:24
Reading through the page where it mentioned a ritual had the same effects she had seen on Calibethian temples, Timea looked puzzled, reading over the line twice more to make sure she hadn't misread anything. She also noted that the question on what the altar and the spire were, Timea felt somewhat sorry for Hillary, going out to ask questions to which she now knew the answer already.
Reading through where Etovydumyvayu had a following, Timea thought she knew that already, too, and with as soft sigh, snapped the book shut, and put it back where she found it. Afterwards, she walked out of the study.
In the main hall, Timea began walking towards the exit, but stopped after a couple of paces. Humming to herself, she turned around and headed back to the altar. Picking the bowled end up, Timea set it down upright, holding it with her right hand. Then, she had the skin on her left hand become thinner, and a curved talon grow from the pinky finger. Taking a breath, Timea curved the finger inwards, making a cut on the palm, wincing a little as the cut was made. She then held the cut over the bowl, and had some blood drip into it, only squeezing out a few drops worth.
