78th of Fall, 513 AV
The girl slept, curled beneath the sun in slumbering silence which Eva found herself grateful for. Shifting her weight brought to bare the situation at hand. Her writs where bound by earthen vices, trapped and a constant reminder of the position now found herself. Clucking her tongue in irritation Evalin cast a glare at her jailer, silently wishing to kill her where she slumbered.
Patience be of the greatest importance dear Goddess of Hate. Let not the passions of the moment grip and bind you to a course of action one might later regret. A cold voice echoed within Eva's weary mind, breaking through the irritation and calming her heart somewhat. Evalin looked down at the pendent that hung about her neck, bringing her trapped hands up to gently caress its surface, Yes Tsenrika... Your words ring true to this cold heart of mine. Though wish I were that this wretched course would be swiftly altered.
Be it not swift, but surely as the river bends so shall the path chosen alter to suit thine desires. Be it time that is on thine side, if not the current path.
With a sigh Evalin rested her head back against the tree she now sat against, where she was placed rather by the Mistress. Closing her eyes the girl let her mind wander, falling through the folds of reality that collected in her thoughts and consciousness, idly searching through memory and images of the past. Such was the norm for an Immortal, who cared little for the future, the present passed far to fast, and the past was truly all that was left to think and ponder upon. For some odd reason Evalin's mind fell to Wrenmae, to boy who would change the world, or so he said...
Wonder I what has become of him... Evalin thought absently, Perhaps he be well, or worse off than I?
A Child such as he shall not be lead astray so easily. Wonder not of his path, for it shall circle once more to my Master's side... As it was always meant to.
This made Evalin smile, and she raised her hands before her eyes, Indeed... He was an odd one, but a useful tool none the less. He did offer quite the delightful skill. She paused in her thinking, eyes racking over her hands and the cuffs which held them, Indeed very delightful indeed.
Of what does my Master ponder?
Searching over the cuffs, Evalin replied slowly, Perhaps this which binds us is not so limiting at all... A gift from the child who would change the world might offer the key to the freedom we seek.
Closing her eyes, Evalin let her mind fall blank. Thus was the first step of morphing, to separate the mind from the body, a simple feat for one who held no true attachment to the body in the first place. Thus she brought her mind to stillness, letting herself slip into that deep meditative trance that would aid her. Within her mind she brought forth an image of her own hands, though they glowed bright with the power of her djed, shimmering in the minds eye, a subconscious construction to act as the catalyst to her change.
Her brow furrowed in concentration as her mental hands reached, feeling their way down the strands of djed that made up the life that was Evalin. She pressed and felt, the magic sending tingles up and down her skin where the mental fingers gently brushed. It was a slow, arduous process, but Evalin held her mind steady and kept her concentration focused on the task at hand. At last she found it, that strand of djed which caused an inching sensation at her wrists when she lightly brushed it. Evalin smiled, and plucked at this strand, pulling it to her full attention as she mentally surveyed its design.
It felt odd to hold once's life essence within one's grasp, strange and somehow so empowering. Gently caressing this single strand of her being Evalin took note of each and every change she experienced. IF she pinched the skin of her wrists and hands would spike with sensation like needles were being driven into it. If she pulled she could feel her muscles and bones aching as they stretched. It was odd, but somehow amusing at the same time. Finally Evalin brought her focus to the task at hand, and she carefully turned over that strand in her mind as she sought for something in particular. Then it was reviled, and those mental fingers reached forward, taking the djed full in hand and compressing, pushing and altering. Evalin's skin beneath the cuffs itched, tingling with each test of alteration to the life code. She continued on, pressing harder and harder on this physical essence, this substance which made up who the Immortal truly was. The feeling of the rock on her bare skin began to lessen some what as she did this, the tingling increasing and a feeling like a vice was clamping down hard in place of the manacles. It was uncomfortable, but Evalin pressed on until she finally opened her eyes.
Evalin looked at her hands, still bound as they were in their cuffs, but now a mentle finger kept hold of djed that struggled to snap back into place. Keeping her focus was nearly twice as difficult when her eyes were open, but still Evalin had to see her work. So she looked at her hands, and limbs taht had a few chimes before been unable to move at all. She watched as, before her eyes, she was able to completely turn her hand around in the cuff, the item of imprisonment suddenly loose upon her thinned wrists. Evalin smiled, but the act of holding the transformation was growing too much thus she returned her hands to how they were and released her hold on the magic. She winced as her wrists suddenly returned to their natural size, rock biting into them, yet still despite the pain Evalin felt Triumph.
Setting back Evalin closed her eyes, speaking softly to no one in particular, That which binds me is merely an obstacle... one that soon I shall surpass.
The child was of use after all it seems... Tsenrika observed. To this Evalin simply nodded, More so than even he realized.
The girl slept, curled beneath the sun in slumbering silence which Eva found herself grateful for. Shifting her weight brought to bare the situation at hand. Her writs where bound by earthen vices, trapped and a constant reminder of the position now found herself. Clucking her tongue in irritation Evalin cast a glare at her jailer, silently wishing to kill her where she slumbered.
Patience be of the greatest importance dear Goddess of Hate. Let not the passions of the moment grip and bind you to a course of action one might later regret. A cold voice echoed within Eva's weary mind, breaking through the irritation and calming her heart somewhat. Evalin looked down at the pendent that hung about her neck, bringing her trapped hands up to gently caress its surface, Yes Tsenrika... Your words ring true to this cold heart of mine. Though wish I were that this wretched course would be swiftly altered.
Be it not swift, but surely as the river bends so shall the path chosen alter to suit thine desires. Be it time that is on thine side, if not the current path.
With a sigh Evalin rested her head back against the tree she now sat against, where she was placed rather by the Mistress. Closing her eyes the girl let her mind wander, falling through the folds of reality that collected in her thoughts and consciousness, idly searching through memory and images of the past. Such was the norm for an Immortal, who cared little for the future, the present passed far to fast, and the past was truly all that was left to think and ponder upon. For some odd reason Evalin's mind fell to Wrenmae, to boy who would change the world, or so he said...
Wonder I what has become of him... Evalin thought absently, Perhaps he be well, or worse off than I?
A Child such as he shall not be lead astray so easily. Wonder not of his path, for it shall circle once more to my Master's side... As it was always meant to.
This made Evalin smile, and she raised her hands before her eyes, Indeed... He was an odd one, but a useful tool none the less. He did offer quite the delightful skill. She paused in her thinking, eyes racking over her hands and the cuffs which held them, Indeed very delightful indeed.
Of what does my Master ponder?
Searching over the cuffs, Evalin replied slowly, Perhaps this which binds us is not so limiting at all... A gift from the child who would change the world might offer the key to the freedom we seek.
Closing her eyes, Evalin let her mind fall blank. Thus was the first step of morphing, to separate the mind from the body, a simple feat for one who held no true attachment to the body in the first place. Thus she brought her mind to stillness, letting herself slip into that deep meditative trance that would aid her. Within her mind she brought forth an image of her own hands, though they glowed bright with the power of her djed, shimmering in the minds eye, a subconscious construction to act as the catalyst to her change.
Her brow furrowed in concentration as her mental hands reached, feeling their way down the strands of djed that made up the life that was Evalin. She pressed and felt, the magic sending tingles up and down her skin where the mental fingers gently brushed. It was a slow, arduous process, but Evalin held her mind steady and kept her concentration focused on the task at hand. At last she found it, that strand of djed which caused an inching sensation at her wrists when she lightly brushed it. Evalin smiled, and plucked at this strand, pulling it to her full attention as she mentally surveyed its design.
It felt odd to hold once's life essence within one's grasp, strange and somehow so empowering. Gently caressing this single strand of her being Evalin took note of each and every change she experienced. IF she pinched the skin of her wrists and hands would spike with sensation like needles were being driven into it. If she pulled she could feel her muscles and bones aching as they stretched. It was odd, but somehow amusing at the same time. Finally Evalin brought her focus to the task at hand, and she carefully turned over that strand in her mind as she sought for something in particular. Then it was reviled, and those mental fingers reached forward, taking the djed full in hand and compressing, pushing and altering. Evalin's skin beneath the cuffs itched, tingling with each test of alteration to the life code. She continued on, pressing harder and harder on this physical essence, this substance which made up who the Immortal truly was. The feeling of the rock on her bare skin began to lessen some what as she did this, the tingling increasing and a feeling like a vice was clamping down hard in place of the manacles. It was uncomfortable, but Evalin pressed on until she finally opened her eyes.
Evalin looked at her hands, still bound as they were in their cuffs, but now a mentle finger kept hold of djed that struggled to snap back into place. Keeping her focus was nearly twice as difficult when her eyes were open, but still Evalin had to see her work. So she looked at her hands, and limbs taht had a few chimes before been unable to move at all. She watched as, before her eyes, she was able to completely turn her hand around in the cuff, the item of imprisonment suddenly loose upon her thinned wrists. Evalin smiled, but the act of holding the transformation was growing too much thus she returned her hands to how they were and released her hold on the magic. She winced as her wrists suddenly returned to their natural size, rock biting into them, yet still despite the pain Evalin felt Triumph.
Setting back Evalin closed her eyes, speaking softly to no one in particular, That which binds me is merely an obstacle... one that soon I shall surpass.
The child was of use after all it seems... Tsenrika observed. To this Evalin simply nodded, More so than even he realized.
