60 Spring, 511 AV Aello was sitting in the lotus position, her hands resting on her knees, palms face up towards the sky. The sun's warm, golden rays trickled down through the trees that lined the forest. Several birds chirped off in the distance, and a gentle breeze sent the leaves fluttering lightly back and forth. Yune was resting atop Aello's bag, which had been placed beside her. Aello's bow was leaning up against that. Her eyes were closed, and everything seemed so very peaceful. She was breathing evenly, deeply, in through the nose and out through the mouth. Aello repeated this process several times, before allowing herself to go a step further. Her past few inhalations had not been as deep as they could have been, and now, when the young spiritist took in a breath, she'd allow it to fill the back of her lungs. She could feel them expanding as she continued to hold in the air. A few seconds later, Aello let the air out. When she took in another breath of air, she imagined herself bringing in a light blue air. The air was warm, and had a calming effect on her. As she breathed out, she imagined a deep red mist leaving her. An agitated air; a combination of all the things she wished to be rid of. Aello repeated the process for ten minutes, until she felt as calm as ever. Her heart rate was steady, and her chest was rising and falling steadily. Slowly, she allowed herself to open her eyes, to take in everything around her. "Well that was a lovely start to the day," she whispered, as she glanced over at Yune, who was still sleeping. Deciding that she wanted Yune to rest some more, Aello figured that she would find something else to do with her time, at least, for a little while. Deciding it best to work on her magical ability for a short while, Aello gingerly pulled her bow away from her bag and placed it in front of her. She then cupped her hands, and held them on each side of Yune's sleeping form. Slowly, she slid her hands beneath the sparrow's body. When her hands bumped into each other, Aello gingerly lifted the bird off her bag, and placed her in the grass, where she hoped she would be cosy, comfy, and warm. As soon as she had set Yune down, miraculously managing not to wake the sleeping sparrow, Aello let out the breath she had not so much as realized she had been keeping in. After which point, she reached for her bag, and pulled it a little closer to her. When it was within her grasp, Aello lifted the top of the bag open, and reached inside. She rummaged around for a few moments, before pulling out two glass jars, one was empty, the other was not. She placed the jars on the ground in front of her. Time to make some more soulmist, just in case another cranky old ghost decides to rear its ugly head. Aello placed the bag back at her side as she stared at the two jars. The one that was not empty contained a few, slightly less traditional soulmist supplies, which included a few blackberries she had found while out in the wilderness, an old bread crust, and a few leaves which smelled strongly of peppermint, also something she discovered while in the forest. Aello reached for the jar, twisted the lid, and pulled it off. She then lifted the jar, and poured all the supplies into her lap. Well this will probably taste a bit better than our usual, but it will still not be too pleasant, the girl thought as she plopped the mint leaves into her mouth first, only to be followed by the berries and the bread crust. She began to chew slowly, allowing the semi-masticated mixture to roll across her tongue over and over again. Aello could taste the sour berries, the moldy edges of the bread. The mint trying to over-power everything, and freshen her breath. Well, it is better than usual, the girl thought, as she closed her eyes tightly for a moment, and sucked in her cheeks, as a sour burst of berry juice sank into her taste buds. It was a second before she opened her eyes again, and allowed her cheeks to return to normal. Well, there has to be something we can do to keep our mind off this, other than meditate of course. We have already done that... Aello looked around the clearing for a few moments, trying to come up with a few ideas as she pulled her cursed blade from concealment. We'll add the blood to the mixture, and then think of something, she thought, as she curled her right hand around the hilt of the dagger, and slid it across her left middle finger. A soft jab of pain shot through the area where Aello had made an incision, just as a thin trickle of blood poured out of her skin. The bright red seemed to glow in the light, as Aello lifted her bleeding finger to her slightly parted lips and allowed a few drops to fall inside. And here comes the nasty part, she told herself, as she put the blade back in its proper place, and lowered her hand into the grass. She wiped her bleeding finger off as she closed her mouth, and resumed chewing. The metallic scent of blood filled her nostrils, causing them to flare angrily, just as the taste of it first crossed her tongue. You see Aello, this is the nasty part. Aello gave a slight nod as she continued, glancing around the clearing once more for something to do to pass the time, and keep her mind off of what she was doing. But as she looked, all the girl found was grass, tall trees whose leaves were rustling in the gentle morning breeze, several plants of all different shapes and sizes, which she recognized, but didn't know the name of. Then of course, there were her belongings, and Yune resting in the grass not so far from where she was sitting. Yune. Aello's dark brown eyes settled on the small sparrow sleeping at her side. The light brown feathers that covered her body, her tiny beak, the gentle rise and fall of her chest. She listened to the strange chirping-like noise Yune made each time she breathed in and out. She simply stared. Yune seems so peaceful right now, Aello thought, as continued to stare at the bird. Within seconds, a soft blue mist could be seen swirling around Yune. The mist was similar to a baby blue in color, and would often fan out around her wings, seemingly extending them by a few inches. So she is feeling a deep sense of peace, Aello thought, as she watched the blue mist wind itself delicately around the bird's chest, as though it were a blanket protecting the bird from the harsh world outside of Nysel's own. Aello tilted her head slightly to the side. She must be having good dreams today, Aello thought, as her hair tumbled off her shoulders, and she continued to chew. Very good dreams if she has slept for this long. Perhaps then, she is dreaming about flying free, very, very far away from her crazy mistress, and all the trouble and heartbreak she must bring her. Or perhaps, she dreams of eating the very best berries in the world, with all of her favorite sparrows. Aello sighed, as her mouth began to grow cool, the soulmist would be ready soon. She took a moment to close her eyes, and when she opened them, Yune's aura had faded away. Her pupils had dilated, and she felt somewhat tired. Oh the price of magic... Aello thought as she continued to chew. Within a few minutes, her mouth had grown so cold, that it felt as though her teeth had turned to blocks of ice. It's ready, Aello thought as she reached for the glass jar that had been empty all along, and unfastened the lid. As soon as it was open, Aello lifted the jar to her lips, and began to spit out an off-white gel into the jar; soulmist. When it had all left the confines of Aello's mouth, she realized she had filled the jar just a little more than halfway. Aello smiled lightly as she closed the lid, and put the jar down for a few moments. The glass felt as cold to the touch now, as the soulmist had when it was still in her mouth. She shivered lightly, as she pulled her cursed dagger back out of concealment. She held it in her right hand, and twisted the blade by pushing on the hilt with her thumb. You know, if we rubbed soulmist into the blade, we could use it for more than simply calling the ghosts to us... we could use it to run them through should they threaten us. Aello's smile widened. Aello liked the sound of that idea. OOCAn epic conclusion to the Charles/Michael threads will eventually go here. |