"Sey-mee-rah."
Shim let the word roll off of a thick tongue like caramel, enjoying the way the combination of sound made the beautiful creature's name. Two hands lay cool against her trim neck for balance, the other two relaxing in the air as he watched the world rise and fall before him, letting his guide show him the way.
"Shim greatly enjoys name's, and yours is as wonderful as they come. His own is Sebastion Hyacinth Isabella Mordecai, but perhaps Semira can see why most call him Shim."
He could almost leap up and down with glee when the woman mentioned a Pycon inhabiting the garden of concubines. A gardener for a garden...would that not mean someone to look after the flowers? Even as he thought the idea he knew he was right, guardians and protectors, and to think one was a magic wielding Pycon! He had a most dire urge to ask the woman more, yet was too distracted by her form and manners with the other exhibits in the party. When the handsome man, dressed in fineries Shim could admire even if his little form was not envious, pushed a bit too far, a deep rumble like thunder in a clay pot emerged from Shim's mouth. She was full of energy and life, this concubine, and Shim was so pleased with his choice of escort. He stared long and hard at the man, for he lacked severely in being able to hold together male shapes. That being said he wished to do it for his new friend, and so blank eyes drank in the details of the man. How his hair looked a bit wind swept, yet the glint in it clearly made this a purposeful maneuver. The nature of his adornments, simple, yet clearly made from gold with the infrequent garnishment of precious gems, even the way he stood, his hips angled almost like a females in a coy cat way.
It took a moment, but Semira's gardener formed perfectly upon her shoulder, a striking copy of the figure harassing her. Shim angled himself as the man did, looking on with great amusement as his eyes widened at the little joke. To add to what she said he shook his head a little at the Eypharian male.
"Shim wouldn't wish to harm him dearest flower, but if he leaves me no choice..."
Here was a required flare for the dramatic that Shim possessed in full. he was not sure if the trick would work, slowly regretting the fact that the only magical form he knew was alchemy at the moment. That being said he concentrated on that feeling within, the way that when he created something the circle of djed was formed, within himself and within his constructed circle, bringing one element to another. He tried to recreate the tip of this process, just the collection of djed within that would otherwise be brought to the materials he used. He felt that lightness well up within him, a strength that made him feel as large as the giants who surrounded him, and focused this tiny amount into the palm where his gnosis mark lay.
As he did so he casually exposed the appendage, almost as if the act was unintentional, and as he hoped, the glowing alchemy circle, the only true color on his body that normally pulsated a faint blue glow, surged to life for the briefest instant. It faded swiftly, for he had taken only part of the steps required to expend djed in an alchemical way. There had been no severing of his body, nor contact with any creation. Even so the moment was long enough for anyone in the vicinity to catch sight of the intricate symbol, and Shim couldn't help but let out a deep giggle of delight at his trick. |