Private Incantations

[Pom Stych Tivé]

"These are most tried and true Incantations in these texts," Mistress Pom Stych Tivé ran her fingertips over the old beaten binding, connecting her senses with the spirits which labored over scripting the pages, "but someone else wrote them. You have a song within your heart too, that only you can know. With meditation into what makes you individual, you can unlock a magick unique to you." She thought for a moment before continuing. "The most unique a Magick is, when it is developed to its ultimate extreme, the more difficult it is for your enemy to counter."

Pom passed a stack of old, leather bound texts to her student. They were Rancor hide; some witches just couldn't part with their pets after they died. A smirk curled upon her lips. "I bet you want these in digital format?" she supposed. "So sorry. Many of what you find on Dathomir are originals, therefore none can covet them, unless attempt is made through their owners." She took all but one book back and lifted a felt bag from her desktop with one hand and shook it gently to open its mouth. Pom set the many books she did not need for the moment into the bag. She drew the bag closed and it fell limp as if there is still nothing inside. It remained feather lite in weight as well, and the Nightsister passed it also to her student. "These will remain safe in here for the keeping. We require only the one for reference today." She handed the bag of mystery to Beth.

She placed the text upon the pedestal in the center of her private study and motioned Gaia Sunaris Cadera to stand next to her to see. Pom gripped hold of the tassel which marked todays study and she flipped the pages open. "The make up of any incantation requires, focus on 1-beseeching the powers that be, you are the conduit and that makes you powerful, 2-direct attention onto the object you wish to affect, 3-present the offering, which in most cases is simply your potion or collection of herbs, oils, candles, adoration, worship, anything you designate, 4-proclaim your Will aloud at first, until otherwise experienced, and 5-offer your gathered power to support the outcome."

Pom pointed to a silver pitcher of water set upon a serving cart far across the room and instructed, "Let's play with that in a few ways, shall we?" She guided, "Lift it, and draw it over to the adjacent tabletop."

 

[Gaia Sunaris Cadera]

Bethany's mismatched eyes blinked at the physical book. How long had it been since she had last seen a physical copy of a book? It wasn't that she didn't like them, they usually had a distinct and comforting smell to them. It was just rare for the young woman to actually see them - usually, it was on a holopad or some other digital device.

She glanced up to her instructor, Pom Stych Tivé as she realized her concentration had almost faltered elsewhere. One hand instinctively reached towards the middle of her chest, where her heart beat. What magick made her unique? Beth wasn't sure.

Yet, at least. Perhaps with Pom's assistance she would find out, though. And the lesson that she would be given today would be instrumental in finding out that unique magick. Beth gave a small nod as she reached out for the leather bound texts, her hand gently running along its seam. Another shy nod as she explained why they weren't in digital format. That made sense. It made it feel more... Unique. "Wow," she whispered under her lips as she watched the books fall into the bag - which then went limp.

Beth's hands gripped the bag, even more surprised at how lightweight it was. Now that was a trick she did need to learn. She placed the bag on her shoulder, stepping towards the pedestal at the Mistress's command. Her eyes glanced down to the page as she read it, but her ears carefully listened to Pom's words. Beseech the powers, direct attention, present the offering, proclaim your Will, and gather power to support the outcome. It sounded almost simple coming from the Mistresses mouth, but Beth knew it would be more difficult than she expected.

Her eyes widened slightly at the request. "Alright," she spoke quietly, as she closed her eyes before opening them - focusing them on the silver pitcher on the cart. Beseech the powers that be... Attention... Offering, uh, worship would have to be it cause she definitely was not prepared. Proclaim will... Out loud. "Silver pitcher of water, move to the tabletop," she said quietly as she focused - an attempt to gather power.

Alas, nothing really happened - perhaps their was a small shake of the pitcher? Her cheeks turned red as she took a deep breath. "Sorry, let me try again."

 

[Pom Stych Tivé]

Pom watched Gaia Sunaris Cadera attempt the chore. She was taken by surprise at how little was accomplished. "That's the spirit,' she declared as clearly something force had been stirred!

"Well, lot's of us played with the skill as far back as we can remember. Let's see…" She thought how to encourage her to attain success. "Reach out and command the power to work for you. Be strict, and become a part of the power between your body and the pitcher you intend to command. Feel it move through yourself and the room. The power is lent to you to cast, and you are the puppeteer. Your arm should become energized, and your head can feel like you are standing more than ten feet tall. Sometimes you speak forcefully with your goddess, but I assure you that the Winged Goddess requires a more delicate connection, than that of the nasty old Fanged God." Pom wriggled her fingers and winked when she added, "But you can break her like a Varactyl!" she finished excitedly.

The Mistress set her slender crystal wand into her student's hand and encouraged that together they would hold onto it for the moment. "Focus, and see yourself succeeding. Feel the energy, command it. It's your's." Pom started the movement of the force, gently, then at the right moment Pom let go to permit Beth to be the sole victor of the deed she set out to do.

 

[Gaia Sunaris Cadera]

A more nervous chuckle escaped her lips at her instructors encouragements. The spirit! Yeah, she could do it! Maybe. She could do other stuff, why couldn't she do this? "S-sorry," she muttered, perhaps her nerves of doing it wrong actually reducing her ability to do it. Or at least that's what she told herself.

Gaia listened close to Pom Stych Tivé guidance. If she was going to do it, she needed to take every bit of her to heart - so she could ultimately be successful. She had to command the power to work. Strict, powerful. Be the puppeteer. Why did that sound so much easier than it was? Nonetheless, Gaia closed her eyes as she took a deep breath, trying to form that ultimate connection with the Winged Goddess.

"Alright," she said quietly with a nod. She gave a quick smile to Pom as she placed the crystal into her hand.

She kept her eyes closed as she inhaled, preparing herself to cast the incantation. "Winged Goddess, move the pitcher as I command," she whispered, feeling Pom's hand let go as the pitcher hovered in the air - and finally landed at the goal requested. Gaia gasped at the movement, clapping her hands together with glee. "Yes!"

 

[Pom Stych Tivé]

"You could feel your living deity moving through you, yes?" Pom asked, knowing full well that Gaia Sunaris Cadera had to because she was successful after so little practice! "You did very well. Remember what you felt and focus on replicating that connection. By next season, I hope to see you cleaning the whole house without lifting any manual labor!"

Pom flipped through the pages. "Everything is in here. There is cloaking an item.." she paused, her eyes twinkling as she contemplated Gaia. "Yes, you can!" she said with glee. The Mistress whispered, as her thumb caught her ring to twist it before snapping her fingers with a twist to her chin and her hips like a carni-dancer. At that instant she disappeared entirely.

Then she nudged Gaia gently in her ribs. Pom spoke, "It's about bending light." as she rematerialized to stand before her student. "You basically roll it off you, like you are standing in between the rays as they travel past. It is an odd concept I admit, most magick will lead you grabbing for the wine before it makes perfect sense! But we can and do commit these wonderful phenomenons by our nature."

Pom handed Gaia a ring. "This is the token we bless to guarantee our success in the task. Let us first do this, and this will remain your totem of invisibility."

Pom pointed to the ancient incantation open in the grimoire upon the podium.
"The words are already inside you, for you have a connection to the deity." The Mistress wanted to show the youth that she could look upon the ancient symbols and these words as they are recorded would transform before her very eyes, and she would witness the language of the incantations form into text that she can comprehend.

Only her students or members of her coven typically ever hear her singing voice, which despite her usual thick accent is remarkably soothing. She remains quite uncharacteristically shy to indulge her talent, unless casting spells honestly! "Let's find your melody," she encouraged.

 

[Gaia Sunaris Cadera]

Gaia took a breath, mostly in shock that she actually did it. Should she be so shocked she had the skill, though? She could use the Force, after all, and it was not like she was not talented at certain things. Perhaps this was another talent she possessed? Gaia assumed that with Pom's instruction, she could become a great witch... Perhaps, at least.

A tiny nod confirmed Pom Stych Tivé knowledge. She did indeed felt the Goddess. In truth, she never realized she'd feel such a thing. It was... Different. Good different. Her eyes widened at Pom's expectations. A nervous laugh escaped her lips as she scratched the back of her head. "I will do my best!" She'd reply with a rather large grin.

A brow perked slightly as Pom linked at her with twinkling eyes. A cloaking item... And yes, you can? The young witch tilted her head as she watched her instructor slip on the ring, snap her fingers, and a dash of her hips - and then, she was gone. Gaia's jaw dropped at the act, knowing full well Pom was somewhere nearby. The sudden, but gentle poke in her ribs made the girl jump, but was replaced with a little chuckle. "That is amazing." She listened intently as she explained how it worked. "It is a bit odd," she commented with agreement. But being odd was fine with Gaia. She was a bit odd, after all.

She took the ring into her hand as she glanced down to look it over, slipping it onto her finger after a moment. "Thank you," she commented as her hands gently brushed over the ring. Invisibility would be her totem.

Gaia looked at the grimoire at the podium. She gave a nod as she stepped further towards it, placing her hands on the side of the podium. She had a connection with the deity. What a blessing! Gaia looked down at the grimoire as she looked at the ancient text.

And like expected, she blinked in confusion but for a moment - and somehow, she then saw the language form. Just like that. Amazing. "Mistress Pom," she questioned with a perked brow, "My melody? I have to sing the incantation?"

 

[Pom Stych Tivé]

Pom bubbled over with a lite chuckle at Gaia Sunaris Cadera 's wonder which seemed mixed with a bout of hesitation. "Well, everyone is certainly free to do their own thing! But yes, most seem to discover a croon that was just dying to burst out of their soul. I knew a man who only growled his incantations, through his teeth even, but even a growl is a melody, frightening though as it was to the lighthearted, his a threatening commanding masculine voice, still his individual soul. One's inner voice tells a lot about them." Pom smiled. She held back the urge to immediately reveal the fact that dance is also an offering to one's gods, and so many actions can be focussed rituals. She knew the younger one has some inhibitions to squash. Song and dance often just comes naturally to a witch. Some go deep into interpretive expression, others just twirl or sway, while many do the old tried and true 'step-together, step-together, twist-clap, twist-clap and repeat,' et cetera.

Pom ventured towards the stone fireplace and withdrew the kettle from the iron trammel hook and poured out a cup of tea for each of them. "You just need to back up those words with unbridled passion. An incantation is probably the most passionate expression a witch can dig out of the heart of her soul, whether you worship the Fanged God or Winged Goddess, or even after discovering the most unlikely existence of a superiorly powerful man." Not many a man exists who the misandrist would actually praise; and when one deserves such, she is indeed humbled to grant it. "Passion we must control, but also must at times be indulged in an unbridled manner, for Magick to proliferate from ourselves. Its why we work better in a group; we work off one another's strengths."

Pom remembered her early years, that her teachers gave her a push when needed. There was intense competition to be chosen as a Nightsister's apprentice, among the Initiates of her day, so much that she and her other siblings (cousins) banded together and unified their individual talents. Their bond helped the weakest among them avoid physical and social ramifications for their failings. Every one among her family developed into a well rounded witch, regardless of their individual shortcomings during their early years. Their result was what the elders had hoped for all along, unity. The last thing her coven wanted was to cull prematurely, a perfectly capable witch who only needed coaxing to come into her own power.


The Totem of Invisibility, "There are other variations of this ability. One variations adds extreme disorientation to aid you in escape. Force sensitives can sense you through their gift of Force Sight. Disorientation increases the improbability of discovery." She passed a cup to Gaia. "But this totem is meant to mask your physical presence only. Not sounds. Not your aura, your presence, how people know it is you who walked into the room without even turning around to look upon you. Breath Control is an added advantage."

 

[Gaia Sunaris Cadera]

Gaia tilted her head, though gave a nod as Pom spoke. She had some ability to sing, though probably not the best. Could she think of an incantation in time if there was a high pressure moment? She tapped her chin as her mind pondered, though her ear clearly taking in her words. “A growl?” She tilted her head. That would be helpful, especially in her more predatory feline form. Her claws plus the ability to cast would be useful. At least, when she would be in that form. Hopefully not frequently!

Gaia followed behind her instructor as she walked. “Hm… I’ll work on that. I think I can be quite passionate.” Her family did not call her a drama magnet for no reason, though she found it a bit unjust. She placed her hand over her heart, thinking of the feeling in her heart from earlier. The presence of the Goddess. She nodded, though perked her brow at mention of a superiority powerful man. “What do you mean?” She inquired, her head tilting slightly.

The conversation turned to the Totem of Invisibility. Gaia glanced to her hand, to which the ring rested. It seemed, too, that there was quite more to invisibility than she thought. Her hands gently took the cup of tea, a slight nod of thanks. She’d tip the cup against her lips, sipping some of the liquid.

“Is there ways to supplement for this? With other spells?” She asked, tilting her head. The concept of Breath Control made it seemed so, but Gaia wanted to make sure.

Pom Stych Tivé

 

[Pom Stych Tivé]

The Mistress smiled to herself as Gaia Sunaris Cadera asked questions. She had so many opinions regarding men, and not many of them would be promising. When the rare occasion presented that she did discover something promising in one among them, it was always shocking to her; but usually they would screw up somehow and she is alone again, which has never been any surprise. "How many men wage war across the galaxy only to meet their end! It is all for ego most of them do so, as most of them know nothing spectacular which can outdo any other. Why can't the average man just get along? He ought leave his subjugation up to those capable to rule. Instead he marches to his death, seeds himself an heir along the way to his grave, and then his son takes up arms in his name...with the same enemy, whom he is still far less learned than! I just don't understand how the psyche of any woman can settle for anyone less than the perfect man! I mean they don't die left and right like the majority do!" such is her opinion on her Emperor.

"The tea is not part of the spell at all. You just seem to need a little refresher to me." She figured Gaia was thinking everything Pom introduced is part of the ritual. "Our Totems are dipped in Potions, which all require Incantations as they are brewed. Incantations are our way of sicking living energies upon our task. Most certainly there are other ways to accomplish Invisibility. The Force Users have their knowledge of bending the light around them, to disappear while enveloped within how they alter it. They can hide how their soul feels to others so we cannot sense them on approach through natural instincts." The whole idea she did indeed find troubling. She thought for a moment, "Thankfully the spirits who answer to us, protect us from the deceipts when they are made aware."

Gaia had asked about other spells, "We have many ways of doing the things which we do. We develop those processes which specifically work best for ourselves. Some seasons just work with certain spells, far better for those who were born under their specific star signs. Some work better with other items, which will work better for you over others. You will see a trend among the spells you cast to know which work best for you."