Somewhere...
Old witch looks into orb, at images of distant places, visages of unknown people. Her expression changes with each scene that appear - sometimes her face transform into cold mask of disgust and impassivity. Some images make her grin or chuckle a few times. Only few of those, however, make her eyes shine with interest...
Pale face of woman called Weaver is one of those.
'Yes...' she mutters to herself, rubbing her nose. 'What a fascinating person. I knew you will provide me a little more then excitement first time I saw you, my dear.' While she keep talking to herself, still looking at orb, black cat slowly walk out of darkness between two bookcases. Like every other member of feline family, he posses certain gifts - like way of looking at other creatures with incredible amount of pity. After all, not everyone were lucky enough to born as a cat.
And except that, he posses a few more gifts, not so common among cats - inconveniently for everyone else, he can talk.
'She still can't hear you, old hag.' says cat as he jump on the table, other site of it. Staying at safe distance from old woman.
'Oh.' she sights. 'It is you, damn bag of useless fat. I was pretty sure that you said something about... being away from me for a longer while.' her gaze stops at the her companion for a while, before she look back at orb.
'I finished my business outside, but it was a while... I see you are watching your new favorite.' the cat lies on a table and start to wash himself with his tounge. 'She really make you fascinated with her.'
Witch frowns, as the cat says last sentence. 'I suggest you to remember who you are talking to.' she hisses. 'And... maybe. Besides, she did some interesting things... and she know interesting people. Too interesting for her own good.' she chuckles and shakes her head. 'Anyway, you get back in good moment... she is just before getting some answers from someone... or her death.'
As image change, woman called Weaver stand on top of some building, talking with some people. They seems to be deeply concern as they look at building on the other side of street. Group of guard stand nearby entrance of that building, talking. One of people on roof points at something and nods to others...
And then, as they move, image suddenly flashes and disappear. Expression of witch goes through whole scale of emotions. From suprise, by shock and anger and ending at fury. The cat quickly jumps off table and run into safe darkness.
'WORK, YOU STUPID PIECE OF USELESS FUCK!' the orb suddenly meets with powerful wave of magic. Or rather, wave hit the orb that start shining with blinding light. But spells do nothing, as orb show nothing, even after longer while. Finally, witch frowns and hit table, jumping back into a chair.
'What is causing those disruptions?' she mutters to herself. "No, that is impossible... It can't be." she looks at the orb again, making gestures. "What a twist... Something is blocking my view. Well, maybe if I try to correct this like... this?"
The orb flashes and mist inside slowly start to twist. After few second, a new image appears...
"Oh." witch smiles again, this time, maybe even a little bit happier then usual. "Who do we have here?"
Young man salutes to woman, sitting at the table and wirting something. His face is full of concern, but also happiness. As he slowly walks away, his voice rings in air near the orb for a while.
"Yes." he says. "The first mission awaits for me. Jarlo Karhim."
And then, witch start laughing. And she laugh for long... long time.
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All right, people. I know I promised no more updates, but you may think of it as small "closing" chapter of Weaver advenutres... for now, of course. In meantime, we are slowly getting closer and closer to start of Jarlo Project. Stay turned on, if you want to read little bit about advenures from Known World. I hope to see you soon.