"Sir Ignatious," Ashlynn called over her shoulder as she faced the crowd. "Could you do me a favor and extinguish all the flames in the hall save for the fires in the hearths?"
"With ease, my lady," the fallen inquisitor said, stretching out his hand before suddenly making a fist, as if he was snatching a mosquito out of the air. In an instant, countless flames on the chandeliers throughout the hall were snuffed out, plunging the great hall into a soft darkness broken only by the flickering, golden light of the fires burning in the hearths that kept the autumn chill outside from creeping into the festive great hall.
Nodding her thanks to the powerful vampire, Ashlynn called even more power to her hands, holding them up high before hurling the energy down at floor in front of the raised dais. There, her energy flowed smoothly into a large circle, painted on the floor with a mixture of cedar sap and wood ash before the freshly cut cedar boughs were laid down for the celebration.
