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[whitest_witch]

Jadis is sitting by the window, today, not the fire. She has her own fire. No golden warmth for her though, but a fierce blue searing cold. Just one sole flickering flame, small, curled in the palm of her hand. She's staring at it with an odd mixture of fascination and fear. Perhaps obsession would be a better term.

It is still her magic, that much is certain. But it's more alive. More a thing of it's own. And more powerful.

It scares her.

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[whitest_witch]

"You are speaking of a vessel. I was speaking of the Nothing itself." She nods.

"You are quite correct."

Jadis smiles one more time, and her teeth are sharp and white.

"I will be sure to see you again, my dear." She stands to leave, and a bare flicker of blue flame licks across the space between them, gently chill.

[white_flowers]

Blue flame is met by an answering touch of chill wind that briefly teases the fire into an upward spiral.

The White Rider smiles back at Jadis, ice-bright eyes gleaming.

"I look forward to it, cariad."