The Calm Before The Storm

A semicircle of white a dazzling bright in the scorching rays of a mid-afternoon sun.

Amanda was dripping sweat everywhere from head to toe, you could practically see the struggle on her face with every droplet of sweat dribbling past her brow. The strain in her eyes too, half the time I worry if they're just about to bulge out of their sockets at any moment from pure concentration alone.

She nodded once as Irene and I passed her by. Got a little sneak peek of the circle too, still unfinished, but just that brief glance was enough to tell that a lotta care had been put into it. So many intricate parts, lots of wiggle lines everywhere too, even got some runic symbols of some kind following along the outer edges.

Amanda's seriously got that fantasy aesthetic down to a literal art form.

"You're actually going through with this..."