This ritual, in particular, was calling to her. It drew forth her inner star and left her wanting, wavering, falling down where she stood and body rolling along in half-pained shivers when ice invaded her veins. Her twitching fingers turned into a rolling of her wrist, the arm it was attached to rolling and bending uneasily as she waited on her task to begin. So much waiting. So much wanting. So many minutes where she stared down at Andromeda while she was prepared, bled deep and body stripped clean.