Re: The Tale of Nix
Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2010 2:40 pm
Songhue flicked her tails as they suggested treats of fruit and flowers, curling up near the flames as Waterlily left for his part. A sigil on the back of her right shoulder glowed slightly in the firelight, an image of flames braided around a fresh green sprout. It was her own personal image, the stamp of her magical abilities. Her nine tails made a comfortable pillow, the markings that shimmered in her fur flashing in her eyes.
Her thoughts turned to this sigil upon her shoulder as she lay down. Earth and fire, the two elements she seemed to be weakest in handling, were the essence of her personal seal. It had seemed odd to her for some time, yet now it made sense; whenever she worked with these elements she had to really reach into her powers, to be strong and bold as she would have been as a leader. Air, water, even lightning, all these things could flow through her well enough, if she were placid and guided the form... But this was not so with fire and earth. She had to be true to herself and hold a strong heart to deal with these; to do more than timidly touch upon what was to be worked with.
Lightning was her strongest; air was her sister; water a friend; earth her soul; fire her heart. It had taken millennia to realize this, many worlds through many realms of existence before it was clear to her. More memories, more lessons. It felt good to know that there was a night of sharing with friends.
"All gifts bring changes," she murmured, smiling at Vineda as they all spoke of gathering food. "Some of these changes are for the better; some art so seen as a part of a curse. Though some things may escape thee, Vineda, and though thou wouldst cast from thy home, Waterlily, 'tis fortune's way that change would come; and the valor of thy own hearts to see such things as a gift, for the better. 'Tis most impressive."
'Tis a good night of sharing and the bonding of friends, she thought as she looked at these others with real appreciation. Such wonderful creatures they be, with such remarkable history.
With that she looked into Vineda's dancing flames, smiling as she enjoyed the show again. It was never long that her eyes wandered from this display, for it warmed her heart as words could only strive for.
Moments passed for her like this, unheeded, and the next thing she knew Waterlily was sitting next to her with his flowers, speaking a question. Blinking, she pulled her mind away from the flickering dance, focusing on this new friend. She could hear Vineda near by, but her eyes held the afterglow of the flames within them - she didn't know exactly where her beloved companion was.
"'Tis a power of mine," she admitted, studying Waterlily's earnest face. She spoke so as to include the rustling sounds she heard, glancing about as her eyes adjusted to the darkness around her. Now that she thought of it, none of them knew the full extent of the others' powers.
Vineda, as thy power grows 'tis a stronger force, and easier felt. As thy abilities are honed the skill to remain unnoticed shall come to thee; for now, however, 'tis possible to feel thee near by, even if not yet seen. Where art thou?
"As old as time, so say ye... Ah, thy seeks the ancient powers, then." Songhue fluffed her tails as she spoke, all the while trying to pinpoint her friend in the back of her mind. Had her lapse of response offended the creature? Or had she merely gone for the berries, without being noticed? Either way, her absence was noted now, and missed. Would it be better to go help collect?
"As was said, 'tis possible to view a willing mind, and even those that are less so. Yet is such the proper thing? Wouldst that thee remembers upon thy own abilities, that any danger thy father would find himself in from thy visit would so come at a point where thy doth so hold such abilities as to cope with such. Vineda, as well," she added, lifting her voice slightly as a small breeze fluttered by to help carry the words, "may have aid in recovering lost memories, yet 'twould mean little compared to whence they return of their own; or be a burden, if such things were forgotten for reason."
She paused here, resting her chin on her nine tails once again as her grey fur glittered in the dancing firelight. Without the markings, sigil or extra tails she would almost look to be a typical grey fox.
"However... If 'tis truly thy wish, for either that are so my friends, then it will be obliged."
Her thoughts turned to this sigil upon her shoulder as she lay down. Earth and fire, the two elements she seemed to be weakest in handling, were the essence of her personal seal. It had seemed odd to her for some time, yet now it made sense; whenever she worked with these elements she had to really reach into her powers, to be strong and bold as she would have been as a leader. Air, water, even lightning, all these things could flow through her well enough, if she were placid and guided the form... But this was not so with fire and earth. She had to be true to herself and hold a strong heart to deal with these; to do more than timidly touch upon what was to be worked with.
Lightning was her strongest; air was her sister; water a friend; earth her soul; fire her heart. It had taken millennia to realize this, many worlds through many realms of existence before it was clear to her. More memories, more lessons. It felt good to know that there was a night of sharing with friends.
"All gifts bring changes," she murmured, smiling at Vineda as they all spoke of gathering food. "Some of these changes are for the better; some art so seen as a part of a curse. Though some things may escape thee, Vineda, and though thou wouldst cast from thy home, Waterlily, 'tis fortune's way that change would come; and the valor of thy own hearts to see such things as a gift, for the better. 'Tis most impressive."
'Tis a good night of sharing and the bonding of friends, she thought as she looked at these others with real appreciation. Such wonderful creatures they be, with such remarkable history.
With that she looked into Vineda's dancing flames, smiling as she enjoyed the show again. It was never long that her eyes wandered from this display, for it warmed her heart as words could only strive for.
Moments passed for her like this, unheeded, and the next thing she knew Waterlily was sitting next to her with his flowers, speaking a question. Blinking, she pulled her mind away from the flickering dance, focusing on this new friend. She could hear Vineda near by, but her eyes held the afterglow of the flames within them - she didn't know exactly where her beloved companion was.
"'Tis a power of mine," she admitted, studying Waterlily's earnest face. She spoke so as to include the rustling sounds she heard, glancing about as her eyes adjusted to the darkness around her. Now that she thought of it, none of them knew the full extent of the others' powers.
Vineda, as thy power grows 'tis a stronger force, and easier felt. As thy abilities are honed the skill to remain unnoticed shall come to thee; for now, however, 'tis possible to feel thee near by, even if not yet seen. Where art thou?
"As old as time, so say ye... Ah, thy seeks the ancient powers, then." Songhue fluffed her tails as she spoke, all the while trying to pinpoint her friend in the back of her mind. Had her lapse of response offended the creature? Or had she merely gone for the berries, without being noticed? Either way, her absence was noted now, and missed. Would it be better to go help collect?
"As was said, 'tis possible to view a willing mind, and even those that are less so. Yet is such the proper thing? Wouldst that thee remembers upon thy own abilities, that any danger thy father would find himself in from thy visit would so come at a point where thy doth so hold such abilities as to cope with such. Vineda, as well," she added, lifting her voice slightly as a small breeze fluttered by to help carry the words, "may have aid in recovering lost memories, yet 'twould mean little compared to whence they return of their own; or be a burden, if such things were forgotten for reason."
She paused here, resting her chin on her nine tails once again as her grey fur glittered in the dancing firelight. Without the markings, sigil or extra tails she would almost look to be a typical grey fox.
"However... If 'tis truly thy wish, for either that are so my friends, then it will be obliged."