Weathered Heart of the Storm
[Continued from here with @sins-of-the-sea]
The words spoken by Ulan seemed to hang over the table between them, forming a fine, silvery mist… only for azure, crimson, amber, and emerald to flow from the other side where the Fae sat- forming a veritable aurora of power in the air between them… a collection of forces and magics that only grew brighter as all the colors seemed to meld together into a bright, pure silver - and in a flash, everything went white for the long-lost servant of ‘The Master’.
However, as the light slowly faded to black, the man’s kind words washed over her, even as she started to feel… well, everything more - the way one might feel if one had worn thick, cumbersome gloves all ones’ life only to have them taken off and handed a soft, warm, cuddly kitten to hold… though, oddly enough, the inescapable, inexplicable feeling of something flowing into her chest was chief among them.
“I will not lie, Ulan of Tangway; I can no more promise you that the Master will fall and all will be freed, than I can promise you a place among the very stars for eternity… however, your help will prove instrumental towards doing all in our power to help make that goal a reality. The future is not yet set in stone, after all… which means we both have a lot of work to do… do not think, however, that the Kataw as you refer to him will be the only enemy we will possibly face… or that I will be your only ally going forwards…”
As soon as the light had fully faded to black, a hint of light would return, but only the faintest hint of red… and the sensation of being held.
Where once the Shamanic Fae had held a simple compass in one hand, he now gently - and somewhat red-facedly - held a tan, long-raven-haired woman of far smaller stature than himself - who was not wearing a single scrap of clothing.
Clearly he had forgotten to account for something when he worked his magic upon her - and no, as much as some part of him was steadfast on maintaining his stoic, gentle, almost lordly demeanor in front of her… there was no way he was going to be caught ogling her like this.
“…Please, open your eyes, Ulan… you have them again, to start with, so that might be good practice right now for getting used to having everything else again…”
“With every act of self care your authentic self gets stronger, and the critical, fearful mind gets weaker. Every act of self care is a powerful declaration: I am on my side; each day I am more and more on my side.”
— Susan Weiss Berry
Say you were a mechanically minded super genius (With ADHD as it turns out) that recently gained some semblance of immortality. How would you get rid of a cult forming to worship you as a god when you obviously weren't one and didn't want anyone worshipping you?
“…if I had a nickel for every time I met someone who fit that description… well, I would probably at least have ten cents by now, which feels both oddly unusual and discomfortingly typical, somehow, given I feel like I am forgetting to tally someone…”
“Assuming you are indeed ‘that good at what you do’ I imagine your best part one to your 'master plan’ ought to be creating a mechanical doppleganger of some description to fool your would-be-followers for long enough to hide, regroup, and work out a better plan from there. I do not deal in grandiose plots, so much as I work in pulling at their loose ends until they implode, so take my advice with a grain of salt, limited as it may be.”
unmatched ship dynamic: "i've done terrible things in the past" x "all i care about is who you are in the present"
“…I have been running into all kinds of new people as of late! I can only wonder why… though I do have to ask myself what kind of presence I have that I literally have to worry about random people falling onto my lap on a semi-regular basis.”
“If nothing else, it is nice to see more Fellow Forest Dwellers out there… even if some of them are shy enough to make me look recklessly outgoing by comparison.”
i don't art much no more and my anatomy is all over the place but pls take this lil sketchum of thread events with @hriobzagelthewanderer
“Eh, that probably would be okay. Double the material means more mass to hit him upside the head with.”
“…odd… a ‘Trophy’ for simply joining and participating in the contest… not for winning it…”
“…yeah, this feels about as backhanded as a gift can get. I plan on melting this thing down and using whatever I smelt from this to bludgeon Malik later.”
Then he pauses and considers something. “…I might give this contest one more go when next it starts up… but if that fails I may just decide to become a sponsor instead. Have to spread the word about my brewing business somehow…”
“Welcome back Sacara, I was rooting for you! Sorry about that though…”
He’s still upset he didn’t get to find out what the fuss was about this ‘special cave’ he’s heard about.
Hriob is just sitting on the sidelines, patting Bianka and nursing his headache - ironically enough with the very soup that ‘killed’ him.
“There there, there is always next time… would you like some hand-to-hand training, maybe?”
Me watching anything
“…Et tu… Bisque?…”
He’ll be fine, he just needs someone Sacara to help him off the field.
“…hmmmn… I Could go investigate the clearly starting forest fire, buuuuuuuut-”
Hriob turns around to wave at Sacara again.
“Hey Soc! I think you’ve got something on your cheek, let me get that for you!”
