❂ Draped in the darkest of black silks within the depths of her plant-inhabited chambers, the witch of the acid rain would stand upon the edge of a balcony that overlooked the expanse of the surrounding mountains. Upon the horizon remained the livelihood of a terrible snowstorm that had blanketed the settlements for nearly a week now, and though the skies were always clear over the castle decalcomanie, she couldn't help but think about what was happening hundreds of miles away from even the storm that thrashed upon the wind. War had broken out within the surrounding nations from the one that she considered her home, and with this came responsibilities- sure, there was the chance she could ultimately care less about the responsibilities that came with not fulfilling duties granted to one, but there was a certain overbearing feeling of excitement that sparked within Rain's heart when she had the opportunity to partake in the grand scheme of battle. War was a breeding ground for displacement within the world, something that she could utilize when it came to the grip she wished to achieve on society- there typically were more things to worry about rather than if she were to utilize the displacement for her benefit and reap the rewards that came with doing as such, at least that's how it always had been in the witch's experiences. Though she would have to leave the castle that she, alongside her dolls, had called her home for quite some time, it would be unlikely that her disappearance would last for very long.
"It will be important that we treat those of the Ironheart Pact just as we would any of our other allies, my dearests," the olive-haired girl would telepathically speak to the two dolls that would sit behind her, her gaze non-departing from the horizon, "...we will act as the ladies of the lost house antigua and will offer assistance in the name of the golden cherry- this will be the story that we stick to if anyone asks a question that would warrant an answer. Yefreytor Raina, Yefreytor Alice, Yefreytor Goldara."
The two dolls that would sit upon the royal seats that would overlook the storm that dotted the landscape would smile at the thought- it had been years since the three of them had participated in a war, outside the typical invasions and onslaught of specific targets, which felt quite overdue. "We will head out at sunrise tomorrow, Alice, inform Dew that she will temporarily function as my hand whilst we are on the other side of the borders," Rain would telepathically speak to the violinist of the twins, which would stand from her previous posture and quickly walk toward the other side of the cataclysm of the leafy corridor, "now- Goldara, it is time for what I was discussing with the both of you earlier.. what did I refer to it as? ...the spinning of the halo?"
Holding her hand outward in front of her gaze, the olive-green haired lady of the castle would close her eyes and would channel immense magical power through her body, causing a golden glow to encase the silhouette of her porcelain skin- out of the box on her belt would release the hundreds of oracle cards that would each contain a different soul of each individual she considered one of her dolls. It was as if each housed a fragment of one's most inner soul, causing them to swirl with the mistress' magical potential- upon the top of each card would appear the shape of a diamond-like golden star that would twinkle with magical resonance, which would be an other-worldly equivalence to a soul bound to a soul gem. It had been centuries that Rain had utilized cards as mediums to channel her summons, though she had been studying a potential change that could allow her magic to become even more boundless; within a dream, she had felt as though an ethereal deity was trying to tell her a message, almost as if they were speaking to her regarding a potential future of hers. One by one, as she would become developed in thought and incantation, the soul gems that were attached to the top of her oracle cards would pop off and waver within the skies around her, twinkling as the tether between their souls and hers would remain. "The queen will bend gold upon thy will and will be accompanied by a halo of stars," her thoughts would manifest as soon as the last gem detached from the golden card it rested upon- casting her hand downwards, the stars would swirl together to form a golden ring-shape made entirely of the golden diamonds.
Linked with her ethereal potential and otherworldly magic, it would now become apparent to the doll that stood behind her that the dollkeeper would now be able to bend the will of the soul gems at the flick of her fingers- just as the dream prophecized, the harboring of souls would no longer require a witch's catalyst to manifest and hold within the castle and beyond. A smile would form on Lady Raina's face as the warmth of joy would manifest through her chest. If anything, it would now be much easier to dodge other's assumptions of her life as a practicing witch within the war efforts- she would now be able to take the guise of a celestial maiden if anything, being that her dolls would take on the role of her band of celestials. Overlooking the horizon once more, the magical nature of the oracle cards would cause them to waver throughout the sky briefly as they would shuffle and form into a small stack on one of the many counters- they would rest in-between sprouting flora, which would reside in small containers. The war was something that caused the lady of the castle to feel a plethora of emotions and desires- the opposition would not know what would be in store for them, and if she was lucky, she would come home with new acquisitions. Displacement was the easiest form of taking what the matron wished for ultimately, being motherly love, both for her children and for the livelihood of the natural order of the world.
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