Re: Dawn's Cold Light
Posted: Wed Oct 14, 2015 12:12 pm
AuraSidra couldn't see it; magic wasn't her talent, not in any significant way. Thorn, however, could sense it since he was still humming on the high of being cleaned out.
Tendrils of magic shimmered lazily in the air, reminding him of water plants. Most of them were wrapped around AuraSidra's head and chest, but not all. Maybe that missing staff they kept talking about would explain the difference - it could be why it wasn't utterly tied to his filly.
Heh. His filly.
Poor little Astarte. She looked so far over her head as she tried to make a different sort of 'hand' spell to grab at the threads that tied the gem. The threads didn't look like they wanted to cooperate either - each tug made the Princess's mouth tighten just a touch. He couldn't begin to imagine how uncomfortable it must be to feel that; but it was working and despite the obstinance of the trinket at first, he saw that they came more willingly as she began to stretch them towards the stranger. The loose threads even began to wave out towards him of their own will.
Once as many as half had been successfully transferred (albeit blindly, as he didn't notice her looking at anything she pulled at) he began to feel an uneasy itch in the back of his skull. Something was bothering him, he simply couldn't place it. There was so much that was beyond him here, so much that was out of his control. How could he hold to the duty of protecting her when he was essentially impotent? Thorn was quite a simple stallion.
Control. That was it. It was still in her lap, yet it was this stranger who would now be feeding it. He didn't like having it that close to her while someone else influenced it.
Ears pinned, he gave a quick glance to Hellion, hoping she might understand. And then he was moving, grabbing up the gem and flinging it through the air to rest at Confetti's hooves. He had to shake his head to free himself of loose threads - they wouldn't all claim a single caster without that staff, which was part of the danger.
No sooner did it land than the winds kicked up again, fierce and biting as the gem took advantage of the semi-tethered status and the Elemental's power. It was just less than half tied to AuraSidra, the threads stretching to reach her. Rather than scared though, he rather thought she looked a touch annoyed.
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You're rather good at this, she said conversationally as the shell-gem tried to kick up a fit and turn itself loose. I think I figured out how to help a little bit, if that's okay? It feels funny when the ties are pulled out, and it helped me find how to push them away. If I shake them loose, you can reattach them, right?
The sooner that blasted thing stopped trying to cause trouble, the better.
With a flick of her ear she closed her eyes and focused, searching through her chest for a recreation of the strange and unpleasant tugging. After a moment she found a spot that reacted to her internal 'pushes,' biting back a cringe as the tie to the gem slithered out of her soul. Ick.
The sooner this thing was properly anchored, the better off they would all be. She didn't see what damage a little wind storm would do, but it made her friends uncomfortable. And the temper fit just irritated her.
Oh, and before I forget, she added, muttering slightly as she kept her eyes closed in concentration, You know you don't have to keep it, right? If your Dayi is better for making it behave then let him keep it. Though you might offer him the favor of fixing it for him later, if you wanted to. It's really fussy like this.
Then again, for all she knew the stallion could find that to be the most appealing aspect of the trinket. Thorn clearly didn't like it much at all; the moment she felt it loosening its grip on her mind he was flinging it away. She really hoped that she wouldn't be as scared of strange things when she was grown up; that was probably the best part of Confetti. He was the only adult who wasn't scared to death of the strange magic in the little trinket.
What fun was life if you were always scared of dying?
OOC| Sorry for the long wait!
Tendrils of magic shimmered lazily in the air, reminding him of water plants. Most of them were wrapped around AuraSidra's head and chest, but not all. Maybe that missing staff they kept talking about would explain the difference - it could be why it wasn't utterly tied to his filly.
Heh. His filly.
Poor little Astarte. She looked so far over her head as she tried to make a different sort of 'hand' spell to grab at the threads that tied the gem. The threads didn't look like they wanted to cooperate either - each tug made the Princess's mouth tighten just a touch. He couldn't begin to imagine how uncomfortable it must be to feel that; but it was working and despite the obstinance of the trinket at first, he saw that they came more willingly as she began to stretch them towards the stranger. The loose threads even began to wave out towards him of their own will.
Once as many as half had been successfully transferred (albeit blindly, as he didn't notice her looking at anything she pulled at) he began to feel an uneasy itch in the back of his skull. Something was bothering him, he simply couldn't place it. There was so much that was beyond him here, so much that was out of his control. How could he hold to the duty of protecting her when he was essentially impotent? Thorn was quite a simple stallion.
Control. That was it. It was still in her lap, yet it was this stranger who would now be feeding it. He didn't like having it that close to her while someone else influenced it.
Ears pinned, he gave a quick glance to Hellion, hoping she might understand. And then he was moving, grabbing up the gem and flinging it through the air to rest at Confetti's hooves. He had to shake his head to free himself of loose threads - they wouldn't all claim a single caster without that staff, which was part of the danger.
No sooner did it land than the winds kicked up again, fierce and biting as the gem took advantage of the semi-tethered status and the Elemental's power. It was just less than half tied to AuraSidra, the threads stretching to reach her. Rather than scared though, he rather thought she looked a touch annoyed.
----
You're rather good at this, she said conversationally as the shell-gem tried to kick up a fit and turn itself loose. I think I figured out how to help a little bit, if that's okay? It feels funny when the ties are pulled out, and it helped me find how to push them away. If I shake them loose, you can reattach them, right?
The sooner that blasted thing stopped trying to cause trouble, the better.
With a flick of her ear she closed her eyes and focused, searching through her chest for a recreation of the strange and unpleasant tugging. After a moment she found a spot that reacted to her internal 'pushes,' biting back a cringe as the tie to the gem slithered out of her soul. Ick.
The sooner this thing was properly anchored, the better off they would all be. She didn't see what damage a little wind storm would do, but it made her friends uncomfortable. And the temper fit just irritated her.
Oh, and before I forget, she added, muttering slightly as she kept her eyes closed in concentration, You know you don't have to keep it, right? If your Dayi is better for making it behave then let him keep it. Though you might offer him the favor of fixing it for him later, if you wanted to. It's really fussy like this.
Then again, for all she knew the stallion could find that to be the most appealing aspect of the trinket. Thorn clearly didn't like it much at all; the moment she felt it loosening its grip on her mind he was flinging it away. She really hoped that she wouldn't be as scared of strange things when she was grown up; that was probably the best part of Confetti. He was the only adult who wasn't scared to death of the strange magic in the little trinket.
What fun was life if you were always scared of dying?
OOC| Sorry for the long wait!