Ah, yeah, that was the logical conclusion to this whole thing. And then Grace expanding on the fact that this had been a vampire... Priya shivered and looked sidelong at her. Did Grace plan on bringing the vampire to account?
It was easy to consider the other girl her friend now—her sign language was better today and Priya could extrapolate on what that meant. She was really touched—so to think she might be going after a vampire... Well, she didn’t want to just leave Grace to it alone, even if it scared the everliving daylights out of her.
Later though, she would ask what Grace meant to do. First, they see about poor Pandora. Nodding in understanding, Priya hoped she wouldn’t be an angry ghost.
The night was cold, crisp and snappy, and the sky so clear that the moon looked like it hung within arm’s length. It provided ample light as they moved into a garden full of night-blooming flowers. This time of the season, the plants lay dormant, but the hardier evergreens cast the occasional shadow.
Stepping off the path, Priya put her little bowl—a stray Tupperware that had lost the lid—down on the ground, pushing it so that it dug into the soil and would sit steady that way. Then she started quietly pouring the water in. That done, she noted with a happy smile, I’ve been experimenting. I think this will help the spell.
Settling back to kneel near the bowl, she was suddenly struck with how... well. Kind of magical this was. Her powers had always felt amorphous but calling it a spell, and offering it some structure with props- It felt good. Got her brain on track. She could do this, she felt confident.