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Jan. 28th, 2012 09:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
death_gone_madThe Fool... why did she... ugh. If Tower agreed to the idea... No!
Tower is a fool as well. Another believer in the cycles. Just like Icthlarin, curse his name and his stupid jackal face.
Throwing rocks at the Window...
The Fool has his own ideas. Yes. He brought it up. She was just advising him. Discouraging him in fact! Yes!
Hopefully he wasn't too discouraged, though. It might provide a useful distraction.
███████ looks back to the red floating ball of molten rock that is following her, providing light and heat on this cold winter night. Why did the Milliways' makers decide it would be a good idea to mimic the climate of someplace that might as well be considered polar? It hardly gets warm in the summer.
She kicks at the snow. Her outfit might have kept her warm for a while, and possibly longer if she was going to be active and moving about, but she needed to be still, possibly for a long time. And the bunnies. The bunnies stopped her last time. But now she has... umm... shoot, she still hasn't come up with names.
"I am going to need more sh'elh," she says as she gets a comfortable distance away from the majority of the buildings on Milliways grounds and then some. One good thing about Milliways' cold winter nights is that the cold discourages prying eyes. Who would want to spy on her when there is a warm bright fire inside the tavern. Or inside the forge for that matter.
The Fool is a special case. Ako too. What is with that girl? And Carlotta?
Oh well, she might as well have friends. People are less suspicious of friendly folk than they are of loners.
The red orb following her becomes two, then four, then eight, then sixteen. "Clear away the snow and give me a nice dry thinking space. Set up a patrol, I don't want any interruptions." She points out one of the fiery orbs. "You stay near me. This cold is distracting on its own."
She was originally thinking of summoning up jemrh, but those are only non-distracting when creatures that know about the jemrh's tendency to explode are involved. No, sh'elh are better deterrents in this case. She watches patiently as the sh'elh circle around her first melting the snow, then drying out the grass below. The intense heat is bothersome but she only has to endure it for a moment before she sends the sh'elh away to start their patrol before they set the grass on fire.
After a minute, she takes a few deep breaths and sits on the ground. Guarded by the strange creatures of floating molten stone and warmed and illuminated by the one that stayed behind, she finally feels ready to try again what she failed to do before. She closes her eyes, and lets her consciousness venture out. Out beyond herself, beyond the warmth of the sh'elh. Out to where she can feel the currents of magics and other strange energies that flow through Milliways, out to the barrier separating Milliways from the end of the universe. She lingers there, studying it, marveling at it, before reminding herself that this is not her goal. Not this time.
And so she lets herself go beyond, out into the dying universe, to search for herself.
Are you still there?
Tower is a fool as well. Another believer in the cycles. Just like Icthlarin, curse his name and his stupid jackal face.
Throwing rocks at the Window...
The Fool has his own ideas. Yes. He brought it up. She was just advising him. Discouraging him in fact! Yes!
Hopefully he wasn't too discouraged, though. It might provide a useful distraction.
███████ looks back to the red floating ball of molten rock that is following her, providing light and heat on this cold winter night. Why did the Milliways' makers decide it would be a good idea to mimic the climate of someplace that might as well be considered polar? It hardly gets warm in the summer.
She kicks at the snow. Her outfit might have kept her warm for a while, and possibly longer if she was going to be active and moving about, but she needed to be still, possibly for a long time. And the bunnies. The bunnies stopped her last time. But now she has... umm... shoot, she still hasn't come up with names.
"I am going to need more sh'elh," she says as she gets a comfortable distance away from the majority of the buildings on Milliways grounds and then some. One good thing about Milliways' cold winter nights is that the cold discourages prying eyes. Who would want to spy on her when there is a warm bright fire inside the tavern. Or inside the forge for that matter.
The Fool is a special case. Ako too. What is with that girl? And Carlotta?
Oh well, she might as well have friends. People are less suspicious of friendly folk than they are of loners.
The red orb following her becomes two, then four, then eight, then sixteen. "Clear away the snow and give me a nice dry thinking space. Set up a patrol, I don't want any interruptions." She points out one of the fiery orbs. "You stay near me. This cold is distracting on its own."
She was originally thinking of summoning up jemrh, but those are only non-distracting when creatures that know about the jemrh's tendency to explode are involved. No, sh'elh are better deterrents in this case. She watches patiently as the sh'elh circle around her first melting the snow, then drying out the grass below. The intense heat is bothersome but she only has to endure it for a moment before she sends the sh'elh away to start their patrol before they set the grass on fire.
After a minute, she takes a few deep breaths and sits on the ground. Guarded by the strange creatures of floating molten stone and warmed and illuminated by the one that stayed behind, she finally feels ready to try again what she failed to do before. She closes her eyes, and lets her consciousness venture out. Out beyond herself, beyond the warmth of the sh'elh. Out to where she can feel the currents of magics and other strange energies that flow through Milliways, out to the barrier separating Milliways from the end of the universe. She lingers there, studying it, marveling at it, before reminding herself that this is not her goal. Not this time.
And so she lets herself go beyond, out into the dying universe, to search for herself.
Are you still there?