All the candles flared involuntarily when the spider appeared, as she reached out to the fire. When it vanished just as swiftly as it had come, Summer gulped, letting out a hard, sharp breath. “If someone is playing a trick, it’s not funny. Please don’t. Just show me who you are.”
The whole mood was shattered, and she shoved a hand back through her hair, feeling unsettled.
To say he was frustrated was an understatement. Of course he wasn’t going to show himself, certainly not this easily. Loki, and many of the Gods, were known for appearing when an individual astral traveled or in dreams, but nothing more. Loki himself, being a shape changer, used to appear in the form of an animal he signified, such as a fox. He’d appear often near whomever’s attention he was trying to grab until the individual realized it was actually him and not a mere coincidence.
The candles remained still, the spider long gone, and Loki did nothing.
Nothing more happened for long moments, and finally Summer left the candles to burn themselves out and untangled herself. Climbing to her feet, she pulled a light shirt over her head and let the cats into the room, before perching on a footstool to stare at the candles. /Something/ had been meddling in her meditation, but she wasn’t sure what it was.
She frowned and chewed on her lip for a while, before getting up to plop cross-legged in front of the bookshelf and flip through a couple books. She’d always known Loki ruled fire; that was why she credited him with saving her life when her abilities strengthened. How else would she have been able to change the emotional energy to fire? No, that was easy.
But spiders? She finally resorted to the internet, and there was precious little information there, but a few hits mentioned a link between Loki and spiders. She spent a long miinute tapping her fingernails on the desk before Doc reached up and patted her bare thigh with a little dark paw. When she looked down at the calico, Doc flicked an ear, then stalked over to the altar and sat down.
“You have a point,” Summer told the cat. Kneeling in front of the altar again, she closed her eyes to ground and center, and brought up her visualisation of Loki again. “I’m sorry,” she said softly. “I didn’t realise it was you. I was foolish. Please forgive me.” A tiny smile lifted the corners of her mouth. “Perhaps some way I can recognise it’s you, this time? No, that’s too much to ask.”
What else could she do to show her contrition? She picked up her blade, turning it in her hands, then cut off a long lock of hair and called flame to it. “Please accept this offering of my self in apology?” she tried.