#except for irena maybe if she wants to pop her head in

[acolytesinvocations]

Sable never could've expected the subject of the ritual to be herself.

One of the Magisters holds her as the horrific mix of ingredients is forced down her throat, containing just enough blood for her to keep it down. Her sire and Regent then takes six long golden needles, the one ingredient Sable didn't collect herself, and places them in pressure points across the Acolyte's body.

"If this succeeds," her sire says, "Mastery of thaumaturgy should come easier to you. I will be here keeping you held until you finish moving the mixture throughout your body. You're already showing promise... don't disappoint me."

Sable is kept in the air under her sire's watchful eye as the ritual progresses. While she may not be the caster, the grand majority of the work must be done on her own.