Levitating a book in the air as she finished preparing sigils, Triss muttered under her breath, “Damn circle of elements so temperamental, the Wild Hunt comes and just sets everything on the fritz; might as well just invest in personal attuned amulets at this point.”
Slowly glowing red sigils flowed to the rock formation around her, she was just fussing to keep the silence away. The sorceress knew every circle set up across the continent was probably unhinged by the reappearance of the wild hunt, being touched by another world’s magic it wasn’t used to mingling to would be enough to send the sturdiest nexus off balance.
“At least the lay lines are holding, now if only the elemental sites could hold it together...” Triss closed the book and finished her magic as the etchings on the rocks finally regained their proper dormant faded glow; her sigils fading into them, she remained unaware of the one who’d happened to approached the site while she worked her magic and leaned back and stretch.
“Good as...well better anyways.”