Holy Curios

JP with Cindy and White_Caribou

Shalia's silence and sudden smothering of the recollection had caused something new to display upon her bruised face. Her brow furrowed, nose wrinkled slightly, eyes low.

"Very well..." She leaned over to grab her glass and drank the last few ounces before wiping her mouth. If only this were wine or something much stronger. The expression eased slightly but there was no denying the woman looked angry now in place of being only sad and disturbed. Pissed off at something unspoken.

She quickly pulled the second bag over and removed the cool glass vials.

"Unsure what these do. Hoping the books offer some kind of explanation. Oil and a powder or salt. Given what else they accompany, I am sure these are holy materials." She gently set them aside near Islana and reached in again, hesitating to pull out the last item after ignoring the comb. But when she did, the witch bit down on her cheek again and brought forth the metal shackles.

"These...these are not kind to witches. I can already tell. Holding them feels like I'm approaching dangerous territory again; an odd sense of unease. Because of that, I cannot be sure what they do when worn, nor can I immediately tell what these symbols mean. Perhaps the books will tell me something? Forgive my inconclusive examination. I do not wish to risk it all again so soon and have had little time with these items."

She set the shackles down with a clink and was eager to remove them from her grasp.

"Unless you would like some idea of what it is I experienced, I advise against touching them, Sister Locust." Her words were filled with warning and so was her gaze now.

There was something about having all those items in one place, it felt almost forbidden. There was likely more to the oil and salt. Shalia's thoughts about them being holy made sense.

The shackles really gained the attention of Sister Locust. Her green eyes lingering on them for several moments.

"I appreciate the warning but I would like to experience it for myself." There was nothing dismissive in her tone. Instead, it was that internal sense of curiosity that Islana seemed to carry everywhere.

Reaching out, the metal felt cool but then there was a sense of unease. As the redhead's hand moved towards the glyphs, the discomfort grew. She removed her hand and looked at Shalia.

"Let's hope this is the only pair of these." While Islana also didn't know what the handcuffs did, she knew they didn't bode well for magik users.

Shalia nodded in agreement, though she suspended that hope. The Inquisition would not hold back and surely had more of these in place. But the shackles did look old and quite ominous, so it was possible they were a rarer sight than she assumed. Who knew how they had adapted in the past few years?

When Islana touched the object, Shalia watched like a hawk to see how she received the feeling. The woman had little reaction but did not downplay the witch's concerns, either. Had to mean she felt at least something strange with them.

The ice witch carefully put the items back into the pack and moved the books returned to theirs as well, clearing the area steadily. With a slowly softening expression, her eyes fell to the final bag.

Only one item remained and it was perhaps the most curious.