"Just until the sand run out..."  The Elf thought with wavering determination as the ritual commences.  The flaps of the glistening creature were heavy and slick, and the meaty tendrils that snaked out from beneath it probed with devious efficacy.  The Crone had indicated that this portion of the ritual was absolutely essential to draw out her latent magical talents, and the Elf needed that power if she were to be successful in her duty.  She only prayed that the time would run before the monster decided to collapse onto her, and shuck her into a new reality of disgusting torment, as the old hag had indicated was a potential risk.  Why then, did she wait practically minutes before she turned over the glass then she wondered, as her senses became both dulled and suddenly acute at once...



I started this over on the stream a few days back, honestly never thought it would pan out but I liked the sordid back story enough to finish it up : 3  Hope you are having a wonderful day, my trip went well, and I am excited to get ready to return to normal here soon.  As normal as I get anyway.