Hand of the Mist
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Roleplay posts: 57
Registered: Mar 26, 2021 0:51:23 GMT -5
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Post by Hand of the Mist on Aug 4, 2021 21:45:19 GMT -5
Pannoa extends to the lakeside, where a path has been walked so often it has hardened the dirt and worn away at the grass. This is a peaceful place, good for fishing and meandering on the bank. Every now and again, there will be a large wave accompanied by... something large... far out in the lake.
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Faisine D'Arcy
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 101
Appearance: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Age: 24
Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Skills and Abilities: She is a singer, with a very lovely voice. She was trained as a spellsong but she does that no more.
Biography: History: Lady Faisine was born in the lost kingdom of Verri, but she was raised in a cloister (Not nuns, but yes, women who were very religious nevertheless). She has little to no memory of Verri and spent most of her days learning to be a lady... To speak like a lady, to embroider, to sing and pluck a tune on a lute like a lady... How very dull and drab. She had, nevertheless, been pampered, for her father had donated generously and made it clear that she was to be a lady, not a servant. She had her own servants, they did everything for her. The cloister was raided and many lives were lost, and now she finds herself traveling alone for parts unknown.
She has known lots of war.
Then she met her mate, Cairex, and they set off into the Usque, only to be torn apart by the cataclysm...
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 13:59:40 GMT -5
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Post by Faisine D'Arcy on Aug 4, 2021 23:14:36 GMT -5
She was set to leave with Anatolius the next day... But she needed some time to think about what had happened between the two of them while Khepri was off looking for the colony. She sat quietly by the lake, her arms around her knees. She was deep in thought as she peered at the blue water below the hill that she sat upon. The breeze lifted at her cloud like hair and she continued to ponder things away in her head whilst sitting alone.
She had also come this way in search of vegetation, wanting to study the plant life around the area in order to see what could be made into medicine.
But right then, she did not seem to care.
What an idiot she was, she thought and palmed her cheek, brows lifting.
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Khepri Goldenfeather
Committed
Roleplay posts: 96
Appearance: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings, lightening to ivory toward her spine, spread outward above her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame. Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features. The only interruption to an otherwise heavenly visage is a pair of feet with toes and a heel ending in talons.
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Registered: Mar 23, 2021 19:54:50 GMT -5
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Post by Khepri Goldenfeather on Aug 9, 2021 19:50:33 GMT -5
What was now a familiar flap of wings and a powerful rush of air surrounded Faisine. Two claws appeared and stretched out beside her before plopping onto the ground, followed by the rest of the glorious, lightly woman named Khepri. She gave Faisine a smirk before kneeling in front of her.
"What a long face for someone so lovely. Something on your mind?" Though lighthearted and sweet, her words were betrayed by her eyes, which were narrowed in suspicion.
The Pannoans had given her a tiny little shawl to combat the chill of the air here in the north, something the duralam was not used to in the slightest. She had been going around the settlement to do quite a bit of this, speaking to the locals, trading information for goods, again and again. If Khepri could be called anything, it was resourceful.
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Faisine D'Arcy
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 101
Appearance: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Age: 24
Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Skills and Abilities: She is a singer, with a very lovely voice. She was trained as a spellsong but she does that no more.
Biography: History: Lady Faisine was born in the lost kingdom of Verri, but she was raised in a cloister (Not nuns, but yes, women who were very religious nevertheless). She has little to no memory of Verri and spent most of her days learning to be a lady... To speak like a lady, to embroider, to sing and pluck a tune on a lute like a lady... How very dull and drab. She had, nevertheless, been pampered, for her father had donated generously and made it clear that she was to be a lady, not a servant. She had her own servants, they did everything for her. The cloister was raided and many lives were lost, and now she finds herself traveling alone for parts unknown.
She has known lots of war.
Then she met her mate, Cairex, and they set off into the Usque, only to be torn apart by the cataclysm...
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 13:59:40 GMT -5
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Post by Faisine D'Arcy on Aug 10, 2021 10:42:11 GMT -5
"Oh, hello, Khepri," she said and looked over to her. Faisine dropped her hand and looked off toward the lake again. She was quiet for a long moment, her fingers in the grass and fidgeting. Her mouth quirked and she said, "I was just thinking about... things." She looked down for a time. "Anatolius told me some things that have me in my feelings, I suppose." She flopped back and pillowed her head with her hands, staring up at the sky. She was dressed in her warmest clothes, her leathers and a threadbare cloak that had once been one of the finest garments that money could buy, and was now faded with time and patched in places. "He's from my own world, which is a comfort in a way. He was there during the war I told you about. One day, I was so ill from the fever that was going through the city at the time, and I didn't know that he... that he saved me. He took the illness from me and another man carried me away as I was waking up, the man I thought I loved at the time. This was a few years ago. All this time, Khepri, I thought that the man, Dantess had saved me, that he loved me... only it was a farce. It was just as well that things didn't work between Dantess and me, nothing more than him carrying me off into the sunset like he'd been the one to play hero. I believe him... Anatolius that is. I really had been blinded by the dashing figure Dantess had cut." She paused and snorted, pushing up on her palms.
"But anyhow, it occurred to me that Anatolius sounded almost... sad. He didn't confess love for me or anything that drastic, but his demeanor did confirm my suspicions that he had carried a torch in some capacity when it came to me. I don't know what I was thinking... I don't think I was thinking at all, but I kissed him. Just a small one, mind you, but nevertheless."
She paused and sighed, sending a sidelong glance toward her friend. "I suppose that loneliness is a beast. Perhaps that is why. I do not know. I just know that I wanted to and I did, and then the thoughts about it have been in my head ever since. I suppose too that I am grateful to know that there is at least one person in this world that I recognize from my own world, you know? Oh, don't mind me, I am only trying to rationalize," she snorted again.
Faisine sat up and wrapped the cloak around her to ward off the chill and murmured, "I will be leaving on the morrow with him to seek others and would be honored if you came along as well but you are under no obligation. I would at least like to be able to get a hold of you if you choose to go another path."
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Khepri Goldenfeather
Committed
Roleplay posts: 96
Appearance: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings, lightening to ivory toward her spine, spread outward above her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame. Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features. The only interruption to an otherwise heavenly visage is a pair of feet with toes and a heel ending in talons.
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Registered: Mar 23, 2021 19:54:50 GMT -5
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Post by Khepri Goldenfeather on Aug 11, 2021 20:21:26 GMT -5
Khepri slipped her lips behind her teeth, attempting not to grimace. Oh, the folly of those who just wanted to be loved! She began where Faisine ended, reaching a hand out to sweep a blonde lock of hair away from her forehead before she spoke. "I will be flying west, Bright One. I was glad to accompany you alone, but there seems to be... disagreements between this man and me. I also don't want to be an extra wheel on the carriage." She chuckled at her own joke, fingers brushing against her lips.
"There is much I do not know of Anatolius. All you have told me points to a nobleman, but you are correct: loneliness is a fearsome creature. Do be sure it does not frighten you so much that you run into the arms of any dashing figure opening his arms for you. Make sure it is who he is that you are after, not the mere idea of loving someone."
Sighing, she plunked herself beside Faisine and folded her wings. "Because if that's what you want, I did have a brother..."
Her mouth was pursed, trying not to laugh.
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Faisine D'Arcy
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 101
Appearance: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Age: 24
Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Skills and Abilities: She is a singer, with a very lovely voice. She was trained as a spellsong but she does that no more.
Biography: History: Lady Faisine was born in the lost kingdom of Verri, but she was raised in a cloister (Not nuns, but yes, women who were very religious nevertheless). She has little to no memory of Verri and spent most of her days learning to be a lady... To speak like a lady, to embroider, to sing and pluck a tune on a lute like a lady... How very dull and drab. She had, nevertheless, been pampered, for her father had donated generously and made it clear that she was to be a lady, not a servant. She had her own servants, they did everything for her. The cloister was raided and many lives were lost, and now she finds herself traveling alone for parts unknown.
She has known lots of war.
Then she met her mate, Cairex, and they set off into the Usque, only to be torn apart by the cataclysm...
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 13:59:40 GMT -5
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Post by Faisine D'Arcy on Aug 12, 2021 13:52:49 GMT -5
When her friend touched her face, she closed her eyes and sighed. "We go East, and I do understand. I just... wish you two would get on better," she said with a slight chuckle, "but I cannot force the issue. I am sorry that we are parting ways here, my friend." And she meant it. Their journey had not been a long one together, but they were kindred spirits, she would like to think anyway. "He isn't exactly opening his arms to me, but he isn't not..." She murmured, "And that is alright by me. I am a bit confused right now about things and taking it slow seems the next logical step."
And then she heard the laughter in her friend's voice at the mention of a brother. "A brother you say? Do you suppose he came over into this world?" Not that she was interested in her brother so much but more knowing that Khepri had someone that she recognized. If he was there.
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Khepri Goldenfeather
Committed
Roleplay posts: 96
Appearance: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings, lightening to ivory toward her spine, spread outward above her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame. Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features. The only interruption to an otherwise heavenly visage is a pair of feet with toes and a heel ending in talons.
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Registered: Mar 23, 2021 19:54:50 GMT -5
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Post by Khepri Goldenfeather on Aug 17, 2021 22:10:29 GMT -5
"It will not be forever. We will meet again, of that I am sure. It is just a matter of when and where," said Khepri, and she firmly believed it. When they continued with the conversation, moving onto her possible beau, the duralam could only chuckle. "It seems you both would like to move at different paces. You would be right to give it time. Find out if he really is all you expect him to be. People can be surprising, even us duralai. Even after years, one can reveal parts of oneself thought to be hidden away forever."
And then, there it was. Her brother. Khepri bit her lips. "I do not know." She paused and folded her arms. "He is the only one that I hope did. He was the only one to vouch for me. In the end, he could not reverse my banishment, however. He did choose to stay with them and watch me leave, and I suppose that deserves my ire, but... he was younger. Treated like a prince. Naïve. I suspect the outside world frightened him." Leaning back, she gave a final sigh.
"Nothing I can do about it now."
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Faisine D'Arcy
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 101
Appearance: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Age: 24
Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Skills and Abilities: She is a singer, with a very lovely voice. She was trained as a spellsong but she does that no more.
Biography: History: Lady Faisine was born in the lost kingdom of Verri, but she was raised in a cloister (Not nuns, but yes, women who were very religious nevertheless). She has little to no memory of Verri and spent most of her days learning to be a lady... To speak like a lady, to embroider, to sing and pluck a tune on a lute like a lady... How very dull and drab. She had, nevertheless, been pampered, for her father had donated generously and made it clear that she was to be a lady, not a servant. She had her own servants, they did everything for her. The cloister was raided and many lives were lost, and now she finds herself traveling alone for parts unknown.
She has known lots of war.
Then she met her mate, Cairex, and they set off into the Usque, only to be torn apart by the cataclysm...
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 13:59:40 GMT -5
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Post by Faisine D'Arcy on Aug 22, 2021 12:47:40 GMT -5
"Ahhh," she said as the Duralam spoke her mind. Faisine sat there silently for a minute as if to digest this information, then tilted her head and looked at her friend. "I hope you find him, then," she said softly. "Even if he did make you mad. And I know we'll see each other again, I just... know. You and I have a strange bond, don't we?"
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Khepri Goldenfeather
Committed
Roleplay posts: 96
Appearance: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings, lightening to ivory toward her spine, spread outward above her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame. Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features. The only interruption to an otherwise heavenly visage is a pair of feet with toes and a heel ending in talons.
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Registered: Mar 23, 2021 19:54:50 GMT -5
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Post by Khepri Goldenfeather on Sept 12, 2021 0:31:16 GMT -5
"A part of me hopes that is true. Or, in the very least, that he is alive and well," Khepri commended, her expression between a sneer and a frown, unsure of her own feelings. When Faisine spoke of their bond, how sudden it was for its strength, Khepri smirked. "One gorgeous songbird to another is the way I see it. Perhaps there is more for us to learn about one another and why. There won't be much time to speak to one another in the future, though... oh, perhaps there will be."
Khepri extended her fingers and cupped the air before her mouth. Pursing her lips, she began to whistle, and within the small of her palms golden threads curled and knitted themselves, creating a small, gilded bird.
"I don't have all the details finished yet, but why don't we make a messenger bird, of sorts? I'm sure the mist hasn't suppressed that much."
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Faisine D'Arcy
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 101
Appearance: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Age: 24
Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Skills and Abilities: She is a singer, with a very lovely voice. She was trained as a spellsong but she does that no more.
Biography: History: Lady Faisine was born in the lost kingdom of Verri, but she was raised in a cloister (Not nuns, but yes, women who were very religious nevertheless). She has little to no memory of Verri and spent most of her days learning to be a lady... To speak like a lady, to embroider, to sing and pluck a tune on a lute like a lady... How very dull and drab. She had, nevertheless, been pampered, for her father had donated generously and made it clear that she was to be a lady, not a servant. She had her own servants, they did everything for her. The cloister was raided and many lives were lost, and now she finds herself traveling alone for parts unknown.
She has known lots of war.
Then she met her mate, Cairex, and they set off into the Usque, only to be torn apart by the cataclysm...
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 13:59:40 GMT -5
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Post by Faisine D'Arcy on Sept 13, 2021 9:45:02 GMT -5
"We shall have to see what the future holds," she murmured softly as she tilted her head toward Khepri. Her mouth moved up into a slight smile and she went on to say, "I would love for us to see one another again, but I know it might be hard in the months or years to come. We both seem to have a similar goal in mind of finding others."
She watched then as her friend created a gilded bird. "That seems like a most excellent idea! We can certainly try."
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Khepri Goldenfeather
Committed
Roleplay posts: 96
Appearance: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings, lightening to ivory toward her spine, spread outward above her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame. Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features. The only interruption to an otherwise heavenly visage is a pair of feet with toes and a heel ending in talons.
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Registered: Mar 23, 2021 19:54:50 GMT -5
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Post by Khepri Goldenfeather on Dec 27, 2021 15:11:45 GMT -5
Khepri gave her a daring smile. "Then let us begin. This way, we will understand the lay of the land sooner than anyone else. This will give us an upper hand in negotiations with other survivors. Keep that in mind, yes? Never let them know too much too soon. Keep a few secrets to ourselves."
She handed the bird to Faisine and began to draw more strands from the air. "Do we know the same runes? The ones that dictate how magic behaves. Most magic has the same origins, I find. Or do we create a chant?"
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Faisine D'Arcy
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 101
Appearance: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Age: 24
Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Skills and Abilities: She is a singer, with a very lovely voice. She was trained as a spellsong but she does that no more.
Biography: History: Lady Faisine was born in the lost kingdom of Verri, but she was raised in a cloister (Not nuns, but yes, women who were very religious nevertheless). She has little to no memory of Verri and spent most of her days learning to be a lady... To speak like a lady, to embroider, to sing and pluck a tune on a lute like a lady... How very dull and drab. She had, nevertheless, been pampered, for her father had donated generously and made it clear that she was to be a lady, not a servant. She had her own servants, they did everything for her. The cloister was raided and many lives were lost, and now she finds herself traveling alone for parts unknown.
She has known lots of war.
Then she met her mate, Cairex, and they set off into the Usque, only to be torn apart by the cataclysm...
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 13:59:40 GMT -5
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Post by Faisine D'Arcy on Feb 14, 2022 17:16:29 GMT -5
"I say we create a chant," she said, not knowing if they knew the same runes or not. It would not hurt to try anyhow. Faisine looked at her friend and stood up, "You are the air and I am the trees. Come, Khepri come and chant with me."
She gave a smile and waited for what was to happen next. "Let us do this," she eventually said and then closed her eyes. She needed to clear her thoughts. Deep breaths in and out, she thought, that's it...
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Khepri Goldenfeather
Committed
Roleplay posts: 96
Appearance: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings, lightening to ivory toward her spine, spread outward above her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame. Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features. The only interruption to an otherwise heavenly visage is a pair of feet with toes and a heel ending in talons.
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Registered: Mar 23, 2021 19:54:50 GMT -5
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Post by Khepri Goldenfeather on Feb 20, 2022 3:11:10 GMT -5
A grin spread across Khepri's face. The air and the trees. The music of wind through the leaves! A howl, a whistle, a breeze. The duralam stood up alongside the woman of the Usque and closed her eyes in tandem, matching their breath. Soon enough, Khepri began to hum, and then she began to mouth a few words.
"... wind through the leaves, the birds to the beasts, carry my whispers from me to thee." She frowned, feeling that it was a good beginning, but that it wasn't quite there yet. Phrases needed to be flipped, and there needed to be more.
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Faisine D'Arcy
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 101
Appearance: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Age: 24
Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Skills and Abilities: She is a singer, with a very lovely voice. She was trained as a spellsong but she does that no more.
Biography: History: Lady Faisine was born in the lost kingdom of Verri, but she was raised in a cloister (Not nuns, but yes, women who were very religious nevertheless). She has little to no memory of Verri and spent most of her days learning to be a lady... To speak like a lady, to embroider, to sing and pluck a tune on a lute like a lady... How very dull and drab. She had, nevertheless, been pampered, for her father had donated generously and made it clear that she was to be a lady, not a servant. She had her own servants, they did everything for her. The cloister was raided and many lives were lost, and now she finds herself traveling alone for parts unknown.
She has known lots of war.
Then she met her mate, Cairex, and they set off into the Usque, only to be torn apart by the cataclysm...
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 13:59:40 GMT -5
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Post by Faisine D'Arcy on Mar 23, 2022 13:42:55 GMT -5
"I give to thee, words in song, through drifts of wind and o'er sea," she sang softly, the wind lifting at her long hair. She had her eyes closed as she opened her mouth, "And may these tidings be swift and sure..." she paused, not knowing where to go from there. Her eyes stayed closed, however, as she concentrated on weaving a spell with the Duralam.
Perhaps it was the power they held together, she concentrated hard against the mist that so had them in its grip. She felt a little dribble of blood against her upper lip, and a pain she had not felt since she was younger accompanied that, but Faisine would not give up.
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Khepri Goldenfeather
Committed
Roleplay posts: 96
Appearance: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings, lightening to ivory toward her spine, spread outward above her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame. Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features. The only interruption to an otherwise heavenly visage is a pair of feet with toes and a heel ending in talons.
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Registered: Mar 23, 2021 19:54:50 GMT -5
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Post by Khepri Goldenfeather on Jul 22, 2022 21:40:16 GMT -5
An ache prickled at Khepri’s temples, but it had been an age since she plucked at the strings of her magic and mingled its lovely notes with that of another bard. She finished Faisine’s verse:
“... for the world is dark, but our bond is pure.”
A chorus of notes reverberated through the air and filled the space around them, stirring the wind and sweeping their hair and clothing in a whirlwind. Threads of light floated down between them, like the strings to a lyre, and they twisted and threaded together until, born from them, was a creature both beast and bird: a golden, feathered serpent with wings like a hummingbird.
Khepri laughed, then reached forward to wipe the blood from Faisine’s lip. “It was costly, but we’ve done it. A child of two bards, one of earth, one of sky.”
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