Her eyes pop open when she hears a voice she vaguely recognizes, its source directing her attention to a person she's never met before. The wood staff this person holds is what really catches her eyes, as the designs on it are peculiar. She wonders if the clouds carved into the wood have anything to do with this person's magic, but it is also possible that they simply like clouds or it represents something to her. Would it be rude of her to ask after the ceremony? Alayna smiles to herself.
Her curiosity piques, however, once the girl hears that Isolde has a wellspring of her own. Why would someone who has access to that kind of power want to join a coven where that power now has to be shared? Her question remains unanswered for now, Alayna taking one of the black robes for herself.
After she puts it on, she follows the group a few minutes later as they are led down the dirt path to what she assumes to be the wellspring. If she'd known that she would be doing more walking tonight, she would have worn better sneakers. Her feet in her converses are now as sore as they were when she'd gotten to the barbecue. They throbbed with each step, and Alayna wonders if she can take them off once at the wellspring.
Her slight pain becomes a mere discomfort, however, once the group finally arrives at their destination, Alayna's mouth dropping open as her eyes take in everything around her. The wellspring appears as a lake, but the water ripples with a force of magic that seems to surround her like a cloak, comforting her and making her forget about everything except for the tranquil scene before her.
" leaves her mouth in a whisper, and she drops to her knees on the pillow assigned to her without a second thought. Not even the dagger beside the pillow can keep her from this moment of ecstasy. The place is a dream, a memory, a fantasy, a reality. One that only becomes something different once Calypso's interruption occurs. Alayna's eyebrows furrow in confusion. A witch afraid of blood. That definitely is a rare one. She almost feels sorry for her- almost. Everyone knows better than to interrupt Sister Deborah, though. Calypso was begging to die before her ceremony, apparently.
Alayna shakes her head, picking up her own dagger and examining it. Taking a small breath, she drags it across the inside of her wrist as demonstrated, using her other hand to fill the cup with the spring's water beforehand. She allows her blood to drip into it, closing her eyes as a dull pain begins to build at her wrists. Shakily, she takes hold of her cup, trying not to flinch at the sight of the mixture and the coppery sensation on her tongue as she takes a small drink. She then allows some of her blood to drip into the wellspring, feeling nothing at first except a dull shock in her arm where her scar is. The girl has to cover her mouth, however, once she feels the familiar rush of pain from the time she'd attained her scar, tears springing to her eyes at the memory of being alone in the forest, pain and fear her only nonphysical companions.
A grateful shudder escapes her as the pain quickly recedes however, Alayna's hands reaching up to wipe away the tears that had yet to fall. She looks over at her fellow candidates, most seeming to hold up pretty well like her. Something akin to compassion crosses her features once she spots Calypso's new condition, but her compassion doesn't last once she feels some kind of liquid flowing down her arms, leaving small dark red droplets on her robe.
Oh right. Perhaps she should close up her cut. Healing magic has never been her forte, the best she is able to do being to slow the bleeding. Alayna's almost tempted to take on Hana's offer of help, but she manages to restrain herself.
"You need to be able to take care of yourself more, now that you're truly becoming a witch
," her mother's words from this morning suddenly ringing in her mind. Alayna swallows, hard, but tries to keep a smile on her face through the small twinge of pain caused by the trueness of her mother's words and her physical injury.