primalheart said: OMFGS! We need to make you a Queen's cabinet. Hell I need one too. Dark mahogany colored. Little drawers inside. Inscribed with sigils and words. Compact, portable if need be. Yes.....
Yes! Yes we do, I need it. I need it like now.
The kind with the doors you open to even get to the drawers, maybe in an iron open work design… I’ve dreamed of iron open work peacock doors and gates… and ones with roses.
I kind of love the idea of a portable/travel sized one.
But also one the size of my chest cavity at least. A small standing table top mirror will sit atop it… oval shaped… framed on either side by hanging sconces for candles.
Ah! I needs it. All inscribed and scribbled with sigils words… all scratched in, poured into the wood, bound in my the finish… dark wood gleaming in the firelight reflected from the eyes.
I know exactly what the wood will feel like, where to tilt my head and fingers to find the drawer I need…
Time to return to the sea. It had been a growing need. The thundering of hooves in the mind blending with the rhythmic clash of the waves on the rocks. The soul centering balance of being at the place where all three worlds meet. Bad luck had been at my heels all winter, it all cried out for the cleansing waters of brine. There would be no stopping this pilgrimage. There would be offerings made, there would be fire, there would be water, no matter how cold.
The tide was high, and while the land surrounding this beloved slice of sea is going through much upheaval and change (a “reconstruction of the water table” that I am unconvinced is for the benefit of the land itself…) the beach and the sea remained as it ever was. The sky shone out cerulean blue from between its wisps of gray and the sun sparkled on the sea with tantalizing warmth. The evocative call of the sea and it’s jeweled adventures. Beautiful, deadly, a delightful trap if ever there was one.