《Ars Alogia》Entry 66
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15th Light beneath the twelfth Moon
3761 Cycles beyond the Dark
722 Years after the Repentance
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Dear self,
This night I decided to wander the dream woods with Vamera. Inhabiting the doll had diminished her slightly so she was concerningly gloomy the last while. Everything else in the dream seems to have gained a little strength from the manifestation ritual between me and Vamera. The starlight sprout had gained the most from the flow of potency and had grown into a wide bush rising towards my knee. The Tunmtumm tree had been growing branches with leaves as well, which added a great deal of lushness to the dream.
In the waking world Vamera was content to keep her doll form mostly inactive to spare herself the exhaustion of controlling for long. She mostly just watched through it’s presence, but even that she couldn’t maintain throughout the entire day. At least as she is now. I think the most of her focus seems to be on altering its appearance to something more pleasing. Vamera seems to be a very vain creature from how mush importance she has placed into the visage of her vessel. I a have already seen the facial glamour shifting into very unnerving seeming images before returning to its original doll face.
The woman from yesterday was still staying in the guest room with her sister. The poor girl read an old and cursed book that had a shard of a demon within it. It was quite unformed as these things go, so her body is left mindless instead of a malevolent intelligence puppeteering her flesh. Her spirit was just floating on a tether to her body, still living but separated from her animus.
As for the sun witch that had arrived into town yesterday. We bought a lot of Materia from her for our cellar. We got a whole jug of Mournjoy out of her, which was entirely worth the cost. Some of the children in town had gotten rumour of m Bubbleshil Delight and she heard tell of it. I’ve been making a whole batch for her to take with and we’re still bartering for the recipe. I might even make a few crowns with this one, she says it might be perfect if it could be kept for the summer seasons for next year.
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With all the Mournjoy we now have, I tried experimenting more with the Apocryphal Ink in my journal. The Sympathetic bond is immensely powerful by this point, and the Mournjoy I added yesterday compounded the effect. It was like I could remember every moment of the day from even the words I hadn’t written down. I might not be good with poetic writing but even a small attempt enhanced the empathic link the entire text has to my mind through the anchor of a single entry. It might be worth it to do more of that kind of writing for the benefits, but it takes effort from me and I’m not certain if I need the last bit of Sympathetic magic I can squeeze out of the ink.
We used the full moon for the exorcism ritual. Mother gained a large amount of Moongleam this month as well. There was a tinge of frost essence within that the blizzards are likely responsible, and with the Bubbleshil being frost touched it was always likely another essence would also become so. I worry for the girl though, we did not have time to examine the state of her spirit after returning it to her body, and with the ritual we used there might have been essence infusing with her Subtle Body, causing changes in her Affinities.
Hope we fare well.
Regards,
Me.
~*M*~
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