This ritual occurs on August 19, 2014.
Asp's breathing was slow and steady as she rested in her lotus pose beneath the Hallow's energies at the top of the Fourth Wall.
It was how she preferred to begin her rituals. Every single Mage in the world surely had their own way to prepare, and each was as unique as the Awakened who practiced it. For her, it was about centering herself and truly opening herself up to the pull of the Aether. The timing was chosen deliberately as well, for the ritual would end when the sun was at its zenith. Her sacraments were simple. Red wine for Prime, and seared meat for Life. Together, the Arcana of the spells involved were represented, and her offering to the Supernal was prepared. Ritually, she would consume them. Like an athlete's body, her rituals would be supported by the stuff of champions.
First came the chanting, words of High Speech winding off her tongue there in the room. She usually wold have whispered - today, she did not. Her High Speech rang out in the strong, certain chant of the Mighty. It was half an hour of this, but the time passed without concern, so wrapped up in her preparations was she. At the end of each chant, a little meat and wine was consumed, even as the meat cooled.
The weaving of the spell came next. Long hours would she spend doing this on this morning, the sun climbing higher into the sky as Asp set to putting the pieces of the interwoven puzzle of Prime and Life together into a lasting, cloaked blanket over her that protected her and enhanced her. It was grueling work. Each stage of the spellcasting, each consumption of meat and drinking of wine, took time and effort as she prepared her body, sharpened her senses to the Supernal, and strengthened her skin against attack.
By the end of three hours, even the dedicated Obrimos was somewhat tired. But as the willworking came through powerfully and she let the excess bleed away, Asp found herself smiling in spite of herself.
After all, a warrior was always prepared.