Summer blinked, surprised out of her meditation and losing her visualisation. Was she doing that? It looked like the north candleflame was /moving/, almost bowing or waving. She cocked her head to the side, frowned a little, and tried to make it still.
The flame kept dancing. That meant whatever was controlling it wasn’t her.
“Um. Hello? Is someone there?”
It never even crossed her mind that it was a response to her prayer. After all, she’d been worshiping Loki for years, and never gotten a true answer. Just the knowledge that there were beings out there, looking over her, was enough, most of the time.
Silly little thing she was, asking if someone was there as if he would reply. Nonetheless, he appreciated the fact she was attempting to speak aloud to him, even if she wasn’t fully aware it was him. While he played with the flame some more, he decided it was time to send in something else.
Spiders were oft associated with him, though no one was quite sure why. It was a UPG trait he went with, deciding to play along with it for sheer fun. So while the the flame flickered and danced, an eight legged common spider suddenly skittered over the altar, pausing in the center of the diamond the candles made only to skitter away again, vanishing over the edge. When it was out of sight, Loki ceased playing with the flame, letting it suddenly stand still.
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.