Fri Jan 08, 2010 9:17 am by Songhue
She was following the storm and the scent and feel of damaged life, more than likely a tree struck by lighting. It was rare for storms to cause any real damage here; for that matter, it was rare for there to be a storm that was anything other than nourishing and healing.
Songhue, as she was known in these lands, had been spending quite a bit of time in her sylph form, a very miniature, glowing creature that at first glance looked quite a bit like an average, blue-tinted lightning bug, if such blue things were average. Small though she was, if someone looked, they could see a bit more complex of a creature, a humanoid shape with delicate wings, a wisp of a dress and small, pointed ears. It was one of her favorite forms and, at least recently, one of those she found herself most comfortable in.
Traveling in this weather in such a form wasn't the easiest thing to do, all the same. She admitted defeat with a sigh as she reached the damaged tree, landing on one of the scorched roots as she noticed others a good ways off. At least it seemed a great distance in such a small form; as she shifted back to her fae form, the one best known here, the others seemed much closer, and in fact one had a familiar face. Hadn't she seen that feline before?
A smile touched her lips at the thought. Yes, she had definitely seen that feline before. The other was a stranger, though, new blood to this land.
Resting a hand on the roots that had been damaged by lightning striking so very close, she hummed a soft, soothing tune as the storm came in earnest, the first drops of rain heavy and promising quite the shower. The tree seemed to move of its own accord for a moment, as if relaxing while the damage was healed and its thirst was slackened.
The storm had changed in feel by the time she stood. Thunder still galloped across the sky, lightning still sparked as it played, but it seemed to be nothing more than a show, the elements enjoying themselves. Songhue was reminded of the great sky horses from her home lands, massive winged beasts that would race with these storms. Their hooves had crashed as the thunder, sparking as they bucked and played, bringing the first play to the storms there. The winds had been caused by the sway of their tails and manes, breezes that felt like silken, sky-woven tails brushing against the skin.
The memories made her smile. The lands she had created, a realm in their own right, had helped a lot in reaching the point where she could smile from these memories. The land of Sunlit Shadows was her home now, the lands where she and her Serians lived. She had found some of the sacred sky horses and offered them sanctuary, as well as other creatures of old, and her family had grown once again.
She had the memories, still. Now, thanks to her bonded, she had a new home as well, somewhere she belonged.
Ah, but she was waxing philosophical now. That must be why she had been favoring her sylph form. Chuckling at herself, she stood as the storm quite effectively soaked her, ignoring the way her gown stuck to her curves or plastered her hair to her cheeks. Droplets glimmered on her wings, laying thick in her lashes as it rolled down her skin. She had to be quite the silly sight, yet she found she didn't honestly care. She was in good company, in the birth land of her Serians, their own original home before they made their new one, together.
"Merry meet, friends. How fairs thee?"
