Timestamp: 51st of Spring, 515 AV
Shai had taken the trip up the coast line, not so far the city was out of sight but the sounds and smells were muted. For the better part of a bell her boots tamped through the dry sand and rocks of the higher beach. Chimes passed the lovers and the children who thought themselves too old for the moniker that made the night shore their home. When the largest ship on the docks was a silhouette and she hadn’t seen a sentient soul in over a dozen chimes she settled abruptly against the natural ridges the waves made of the ground.
Tonight was Leth’s night of patience, when the sky was dark awaiting the new moon. She pulled Chell’s silver chain over her head, while the familiar usually sat as crystal at her breast, tonight his chain would prove an impediment. With her palm outstretched beneath the dangling icicle, she sent forth the tendril of djed for him to power his transformation. His form swelled and filled out like a reversal of Spring’s melt. When the orb nestled in her palm she tossed the chain onto her cloaked puddled nearby. Shai felt prepared to bet she could take down anyone who saw them together tonight. Hubris could be a son of a bitch.
The Irylid levitated above her hand as she drew back and sank. He’d taken to examining the much cleaner sand of Zeltiva, or that was Shai’s best guess. Often he did things she couldn’t understand and he chose not to share.
The Symenestra rolled her shoulders and stretched her arms behind her head. The resounding crack more satisfying to ears than joints. Planting her hands in the lifted her weight off the sand to pull her legs out in front of her. Drawing up her legs into a cross-sit, she pulled each foot over the opposing thigh. Chell, watch for us?
Yes. You do not have to ask. I would do so regardless. Came the preoccupied reply.
The corner of her lips curled, what a far cry their relationship was from spring this time last year. Then she had treated him as a glorified accessory, the choice to make him a partner had been sound. She closed her eyes and let the subtle thresh of the waves draw her mind away.
When she first learned to access magic it had been a brutal affair. The second, a more controlled and mentored attempt, There she had learned a mental imagery device that suited her, a locked chest. Mentally she orchestrated the picks through the mechanism, twitching the wrench she clicked it free. When the little jewelry box opened, what lay inside was more precious than any gem or silver; it was energy of her. Pulling it out like a thread on a spool she drew it down her arms to let it manifest from her fingers. With patience and care she wove the threads into a cloth, laying them across one another where they stuck all over her body. It was harder by far than just her feet or blades, but she was without interruption and that counted for much. When the cloth coated her body she finally gave the command, Against Light The shielded pulsed taking in the command and assimilating that as its purpose.
What was accomplished was a slightly less patchy shield over her frame that acted like a bleak curtain against light and sight. When she flicked her eyes open, she tried to ignore the obvious similarity between her body and the Shadows. More hidden from a regular mortal at ground view it had never occurred to her what a black figure would look like from a bird’s eye.
Without untwining her legs she leaned forward to place her elbows against the sand. Urging her center of gravity forward the delicate and fearless acrobat pushed her muscles into new tension. Her whole body inverted itself into an elbow stand, her legs still crossed in their sit. Balance was the trick of the night, the sand stole her ability to use cilia. It was all Shai’s doing and little to do with racial heritage. Slowly she unraveled her legs, limbs quivering against thee muscle stress and constant wavering to balance. A straight vertical stand, then slow folding forward over her head into a precise curl.
The trickling final edge of the wave came close to her hands, but didn’t quite reach yet.
Shai had taken the trip up the coast line, not so far the city was out of sight but the sounds and smells were muted. For the better part of a bell her boots tamped through the dry sand and rocks of the higher beach. Chimes passed the lovers and the children who thought themselves too old for the moniker that made the night shore their home. When the largest ship on the docks was a silhouette and she hadn’t seen a sentient soul in over a dozen chimes she settled abruptly against the natural ridges the waves made of the ground.
Tonight was Leth’s night of patience, when the sky was dark awaiting the new moon. She pulled Chell’s silver chain over her head, while the familiar usually sat as crystal at her breast, tonight his chain would prove an impediment. With her palm outstretched beneath the dangling icicle, she sent forth the tendril of djed for him to power his transformation. His form swelled and filled out like a reversal of Spring’s melt. When the orb nestled in her palm she tossed the chain onto her cloaked puddled nearby. Shai felt prepared to bet she could take down anyone who saw them together tonight. Hubris could be a son of a bitch.
The Irylid levitated above her hand as she drew back and sank. He’d taken to examining the much cleaner sand of Zeltiva, or that was Shai’s best guess. Often he did things she couldn’t understand and he chose not to share.
The Symenestra rolled her shoulders and stretched her arms behind her head. The resounding crack more satisfying to ears than joints. Planting her hands in the lifted her weight off the sand to pull her legs out in front of her. Drawing up her legs into a cross-sit, she pulled each foot over the opposing thigh. Chell, watch for us?
Yes. You do not have to ask. I would do so regardless. Came the preoccupied reply.
The corner of her lips curled, what a far cry their relationship was from spring this time last year. Then she had treated him as a glorified accessory, the choice to make him a partner had been sound. She closed her eyes and let the subtle thresh of the waves draw her mind away.
When she first learned to access magic it had been a brutal affair. The second, a more controlled and mentored attempt, There she had learned a mental imagery device that suited her, a locked chest. Mentally she orchestrated the picks through the mechanism, twitching the wrench she clicked it free. When the little jewelry box opened, what lay inside was more precious than any gem or silver; it was energy of her. Pulling it out like a thread on a spool she drew it down her arms to let it manifest from her fingers. With patience and care she wove the threads into a cloth, laying them across one another where they stuck all over her body. It was harder by far than just her feet or blades, but she was without interruption and that counted for much. When the cloth coated her body she finally gave the command, Against Light The shielded pulsed taking in the command and assimilating that as its purpose.
What was accomplished was a slightly less patchy shield over her frame that acted like a bleak curtain against light and sight. When she flicked her eyes open, she tried to ignore the obvious similarity between her body and the Shadows. More hidden from a regular mortal at ground view it had never occurred to her what a black figure would look like from a bird’s eye.
Without untwining her legs she leaned forward to place her elbows against the sand. Urging her center of gravity forward the delicate and fearless acrobat pushed her muscles into new tension. Her whole body inverted itself into an elbow stand, her legs still crossed in their sit. Balance was the trick of the night, the sand stole her ability to use cilia. It was all Shai’s doing and little to do with racial heritage. Slowly she unraveled her legs, limbs quivering against thee muscle stress and constant wavering to balance. A straight vertical stand, then slow folding forward over her head into a precise curl.
The trickling final edge of the wave came close to her hands, but didn’t quite reach yet.
