A Congregation of Witches (And a Siren) [Val, Riley, Lara, Les, Tristan(??)]

[bewitchinghaze]

 Val let out a heavy sigh of relief as she and Les finally approached the cottage. "You may as well come in and rest for awhile," she offered, getting out her key and unlocking the door. A few odd twists lowered the basic wards she kept active whenever she and Riley were out and she headed in.

"Riley? Lara? I'm home. I brought company..." she called into the house.

The familiar feeling of her personal collection of greenery and the magic she'd put into them quickly calmed her nerves and she began to collect the things she'd need to set up a good strong set of wards to keep out the curse. This house would be the safest goddamn place in town, if she had anything to say about it.

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[lesparker]

Les' connection with Moira dwindles as it zips through the woods, around and around trees and shrubs, until they are almost too the edge of the sea again, and Les frowns as he continues to keep up. He doesn't even know where Moira could be trapped way out here. There's nothing but the forest and the rocky coast. Despite his best efforts, he can't hold the beacon any longer if the cloak fades because he has no energy of his own to block out anyone else's magic. He is already exhausted from the chase, like he's run for miles, and he swallows as he has to Moira's spirit go. He knows if he'd worked on it, he probably could've reached Moira, but he wasn't strong or skilled enough. He remembers once his mother used a beacon all the way to Mexico when she had a customer come in searching for her missing two-timing husband. Les releases Riley's hands, standing up from the table, feeling a little disgruntled that he couldn't pinpoint Moira's location. "Well, she's alive," Les tells Riley after a few seconds. "I'm fairly sure anyway."

[jiyunnies]

"Good. You did really good work, Les," She reassures him, feeling his frustrations. "We have a ballpark now. After we rest we can try another time."