[PRP] coneflagration (Lily/Eve)

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Eve momentarily moved to pick out some new oils to sub in for the ones she'd lost, but ended up overthinking herself into a corner for a few minutes.  

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This was turning out to be one of the more embarrassing days of Eve's adult life. She ended up needing to excuse herself for a small break, and resumed the task after some deep breaths and a glass of water. During that period she realized she could sub in regular old cloves for clove oil -- and so she finished arranging the altar with the decisiveness and grace she usually had when working alone. Her triangle's interior was decorated with a bay leaf, three cloves, some oil of sandalwood and a sprinkling of tiny vervain flowers (which she had in some abundance now thanks to Hellbine).

"Here we are. Place it in, and... do that fire thing again. That should do it."

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[AMItotic]

Lily was soft spoken and steady handed as she patched up Eve, trying to call as little attention to the mishaps at all. She was, however, less able to ignore the small fire on Eve's table, and groaned out a small song of mourning for the glitter that would forever be on the carpet. In silence, she watched Eve work her way through the essential oils, as she'd skipped that day in 'being a hip fit blogger', but she nodded along helpfully as a show of camaraderie.

When it came her time, she placed the cone on the altar, her hand motioning to draw forth the smoke, the crackle, the warmth and light of a flame. Something flashed, and for a moment Lily thought she'd pushed too far, but when she blinked the stars from her eyes she saw the core of the pine cone glow with a steady light, like a slow-burning coal.

"Holy s**t, I think it worked," she said hopefully, hesitant to touch it in case it became Glitter Explosion 2: the Reckoning of Crafts.

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"I think it did," Eve said, a little awestruck herself. Her own first attempts at spellcraft hadn't been quite so theatric. The cone had blossomed open from the heat as predicted, creating the familiar silhouette found in holiday wreaths. As much as she enjoyed her magic drink coaster, she was a little jealous.

Her fingers were a few inches away from it when she remembered she wasn't fireproof anymore. As she pulled her hand away, she said, "I'll go find a container," and moved out from the table to look through cupboards.

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