pervigilo

Hecate turns on a heel and clenches a fist, spins and spins across the miles between Cackle’s and Pentangle’s. She doesn't know how she knows the path, only thrusts out her magic and focuses on Pippa. Pinpoints the place she can sense Pippa must exist in the material world, the mortal world, and pushes magic through the place Pippa has within her own heart. Forces the spell until she simply knows where to direct it.She lands hard on the stone right outside what must be Pippa’s chambers, shaking as her lungs fight to expand and her cells busy to reacquaint themselves with matter. With fear. Swaying slightly, she rests a palm against the stone casing around the door, collecting her bearings until the floor stops tilting under her feet and she is able to raise a trembling fist and knock.****A mysterious and dangerous illness, hardly worse that the flu for children but deadly in the rare case it infects an adult, sweeps through Pentangle's. When Hecate learns that Pippa's been struck down by the malady she rushes to her side to keep a vigil, and she fears, say goodbye.