Chapter three(25)

drawing out an outline that was growing darker with every passing moment, pink-purple to rose-pink to dark-violet, like some unseen thing was having a reaction with it, pulling it into the dark background. 
Another lightening flashed across the surface of the liquid, the wild wind seeming to dash waves violently against the terrace, though not one drop of liquid seemed to touch it. The islands were darker against the background now, and couldn’t be recognized clearly through the howling wind and occasional white light zigzagging from the top of the sky. 

‘Come on,’ he gritted his teeth as his brush finished one of its last elaborate curves, finally winding itself back to the start in the slightly distorted and misshapen but still graceful shape of the golden mirror he had drawn a while ago. 
Couldn’t it have been faster had Will just drawn the simple oval as Lydia did when she left?
Cecy didn’t know, but the color of the mirror was dark blue, just a few shades away from blackness of the sudden thunderstorm in the background when the end of the circle touched the beginning, and the oval was complete.