02-06-2015, 02:53 PM
With a Pegasus’s glide, she could no longer see the glaze of dew dusted upon the grass. A swift gust of wind rolled under the wings of the great beast and balanced on an interwoven current, alternating meek feathers with brazen air. The rider found her eyes squinting through the brashly slashing whips but even so, she took in the world from a new height and left the ground behind her.
Caira had never flown nor operated a beast she didn’t need to command, so she reluctantly calmed with the ride as she glided in the sky the gentle skimming of motion rendering the wisps of cloud to a frothy existence. She didn’t have to look over her left shoulder to be sure that TBG was closely adjacent to her side. She found that she enjoyed the celerity; keen motion of tremendous wings, and the encumbering disregard of gravity. With the ether that charged in her lungs, gratis air, she recalled the time she had neared suffocation and received rebirth with Omni’s intervention.
Her glance swept through the wind as TBG muffled some words that Caira strained to hear, then, her eyes grew wide as a huge device came from TBG’s arm, Caira lost focus and felt herself slipping off of the beast before holding on to the stirrups with her heels. Caira nodded in agreement, “Yeah, when I arrived I almost could barely move, it appears gravity works differently here, not to mention,” Caira said, “My powers here aren’t as effective and will certainly take some working to get up to speed with this place. Though, I dueled someone with a sword, and my skill with it didn’t seem to dissipate." Caira wanted to make the point that there was more to her than power, but struggled to do so. She hadn’t expanded on what she could do, nor test out what she couldn’t from her old world, she wasn’t ready to do it on this Pegasus as they whirled in the air, no matter how stable. “I’ll show you when we land.” Caira would also see for herself with this promise.
“ I actually lied -to the swordsman, and told him I had been here longer, under the bounty hunter alias of Ayryn, he didn’t seem to believe me but found that it was hard to prove otherwise- I.. I think I’m afraid of heights, but it could just be the difference of gravity here!” a small peep came from her as she looked below the stirrups.
Now, swept away in the pristine wind and residing in the new experience, she had not noticed that her dark cape had gone astray, and sailed away with the wind, crackling with movement at such a dense speed. Now her contrasting dark attire, enhanced with some mottled hidden pockets, looked rather distinguished upon the white palomino armed with her pale gauntlet gleaming to match the hand holding the reins. Soon she would have to conjure a replacement (cloak) for her habiliments, but care for that obligation was gone with the same wind that cast it away. With closed eyes and a loosened grip on the reins that commanded the beast, today, though she was an anachronism, valued her place in this verse.
Picturesquely, Dalaran was in sight and surrounded by the glowing mysticism that animated the suspended island that was speckled in gray brick-framed houses and exotic plants that seemed alive. Enticing, it had a magical, powerful aura around it, practically glowing as it floated as a resounding beacon in the sky. Caira found her eyes widening, for a reason she could not explain, and her hands loosened from the reins of the beast as they neared the land in the sky. However her negligence was not without consequence as the expected occurred. Much to her own disdain, she resembled a tumbling crumple of mixed appendages warped in the velocity of suspension. The Pegusus had reared her off, and sent her forward. Alighted, though not in the way she expected, she now resembled a coin as she was tossed through the air.
Her mind, went elsewhere, reminiscing despite her nodus, and she imagined herself as a coin, flipping only to eventually decide which to fall on- What would it be? Heads or tails? she felt herself scoff at such a redundant question, as she pondered the depths of her own mind subconsciously.
Tails: her past, she was a monk of origin, and her orphaned mystery that continued to control her thoughts in her waking hours. The unspoken unknown had found its niche to dominate her mind. Heads: her future and present, one that was unlimited and her fighting defense seemed completely natural here, she had dueled General List without demurral, and won, her triumph was one she took pride in. Pride was a sign of arrogance, and that was a quality uncharacteristic of a friar.
Which will I be? she felt a slight aching in her heart, one that longed for an answer that she didn’t know she had asked. The elders of the council had once flipped coins to settle a tie in opinion, though it rarely happened because there were seven in the court. Caira was now fueled by memories of her past, her quest for the unknown future, and whatever she- a metaphorical icon of a coin- landed on, she would need to decide what and who she would become:
A defender of justice or a dominating monstrosity?
Movement tore her body and segregated her mind, instinct and muscle tensed as she had an arc-second of prediction to sense impact and braced for it, what would cause a clattering of viridescent stained glass. It was strange, as she hadn’t seen what she had crashed into up until she was completely upon it.
Through the soft sound of breaking echoed in her ears as collateral damage, and the image it represented, she recognized the obligation to both her past, and her future. Kindness verses Justice. After all, fate had never promised to be merciful. And while justice was mostly unkind, it was never without cause. Caira was free to enjoy the infinity of the Omniverse if she would only allow herself to be. Clenching her jaw she fell gracefully into the ground, a hard thud reverberated in her joints as the consanguinity that had chained to her to the past evaporated with the grip it held on her destiny.
Though she did have one thing to rectify before she was truly free, but this task, she regarded, would be a facile quandary.
While Caira had tumbled into the library’s window, which seemed to be lower than the other buildings, the Pegasus she had flown landed gracefully at the entrance at the library before doing a small gloating gallop with his hooves in front of the wooden door in the hidden corridor.
...
The scent of dusted books filled her senses with a faded redolence, before she could but open her eyes, her body moved slightly, assessing the damage done. Few scratches had etched her clothing, along with the bruising ache in her derriere. The bruised being became aware that she was surrounded by fragmented glass splayed upon the ground. Rows of mystic books lined the high shelves, and Caira recalled her strange arrival to her original destination. Am I really here? The Dalaran Library? Though this could just be a wealthy man’s study. She almost smiled and faced an open book, the frayed pages had been opened to an astoundingly well-painted picture of King Aragorn of Camelot. Her head gradually inclined, analyzing the figure in an attempt to associate his name with his face and her blurred eyesight sharpened to see a king adorned in a knight’s armor-an unconventional custom. But that very defiance made it all the more respectable.
The vast room reminded her of the Great Hall of Tomes from her homeland but the shelves were much smaller, and today, this moment, she felt as though books were the most important thing in the Universes.
A loud heigh asserted itself into Caira’s ringing ear, a mage woman approached wearing kind eyes masked by a pair of old gold rimmed spectacles. She had come to assess the situation, the damages done to the library, or just to get a good look at who was to blame.
“Oh look a young Mage!” the old woman crooned in a motherly tone, “You alright miss?”
“Hm?” Caira was curious at the mention of sorcery, and did not identify herself as a bearer of magic, she looked over her shoulder, all around to see whom she was directing her crooning at.
Bellowing out of the woman’s mouth was a stream of merriment, followed by a more eloquent and accented distinction in the frequency of her voice, “A Mage who doesn’t know she’s a Mage... How very amusing!”
Caira noticed a distinctive color around her shoulders, an intangible cloud of pigment and voiced it.
“What?! Haven’t you ever seen a mage before? Sheesh these new Primes! I don’t know where Omni finds them.. That’s what we call an aura dear, all mages have them... Well not all.. But most are accustomed to seeing them. Some show energy levels and others are just seen visually at the time of a cast. Hm. Your own seems to be trapped in your eyes! I wonder who could have done that..” The woman’s trailed and her spectacles swooped in close, examining the shade of her irises.
Caira craned her neck backward, in a resistant attempt to evade the inspection but not far enough to escape the woman’s interrogating gaze. The aged mage spoke of technology for a moment, and gave Caira a small technological device, and provided information on how to access the Dataverse. “Here, I’ve put my email in this mobile device, I’ll stay in touch with you.” The older woman looked over her shoulder to see the loud sauntering hustle of an approaching figure disrupting the instructional conversation-was the library clerk. Caira felt the clerk’s frown descend upon her, eyebrows flexed with agitation. The spectacled woman scampered off, unwilling to confront the authority, but had the intention of staying in touch with Caira remained as in her hand, she held the strange looking device.
Caira had never flown nor operated a beast she didn’t need to command, so she reluctantly calmed with the ride as she glided in the sky the gentle skimming of motion rendering the wisps of cloud to a frothy existence. She didn’t have to look over her left shoulder to be sure that TBG was closely adjacent to her side. She found that she enjoyed the celerity; keen motion of tremendous wings, and the encumbering disregard of gravity. With the ether that charged in her lungs, gratis air, she recalled the time she had neared suffocation and received rebirth with Omni’s intervention.
Her glance swept through the wind as TBG muffled some words that Caira strained to hear, then, her eyes grew wide as a huge device came from TBG’s arm, Caira lost focus and felt herself slipping off of the beast before holding on to the stirrups with her heels. Caira nodded in agreement, “Yeah, when I arrived I almost could barely move, it appears gravity works differently here, not to mention,” Caira said, “My powers here aren’t as effective and will certainly take some working to get up to speed with this place. Though, I dueled someone with a sword, and my skill with it didn’t seem to dissipate." Caira wanted to make the point that there was more to her than power, but struggled to do so. She hadn’t expanded on what she could do, nor test out what she couldn’t from her old world, she wasn’t ready to do it on this Pegasus as they whirled in the air, no matter how stable. “I’ll show you when we land.” Caira would also see for herself with this promise.
“ I actually lied -to the swordsman, and told him I had been here longer, under the bounty hunter alias of Ayryn, he didn’t seem to believe me but found that it was hard to prove otherwise- I.. I think I’m afraid of heights, but it could just be the difference of gravity here!” a small peep came from her as she looked below the stirrups.
Now, swept away in the pristine wind and residing in the new experience, she had not noticed that her dark cape had gone astray, and sailed away with the wind, crackling with movement at such a dense speed. Now her contrasting dark attire, enhanced with some mottled hidden pockets, looked rather distinguished upon the white palomino armed with her pale gauntlet gleaming to match the hand holding the reins. Soon she would have to conjure a replacement (cloak) for her habiliments, but care for that obligation was gone with the same wind that cast it away. With closed eyes and a loosened grip on the reins that commanded the beast, today, though she was an anachronism, valued her place in this verse.
Picturesquely, Dalaran was in sight and surrounded by the glowing mysticism that animated the suspended island that was speckled in gray brick-framed houses and exotic plants that seemed alive. Enticing, it had a magical, powerful aura around it, practically glowing as it floated as a resounding beacon in the sky. Caira found her eyes widening, for a reason she could not explain, and her hands loosened from the reins of the beast as they neared the land in the sky. However her negligence was not without consequence as the expected occurred. Much to her own disdain, she resembled a tumbling crumple of mixed appendages warped in the velocity of suspension. The Pegusus had reared her off, and sent her forward. Alighted, though not in the way she expected, she now resembled a coin as she was tossed through the air.
Her mind, went elsewhere, reminiscing despite her nodus, and she imagined herself as a coin, flipping only to eventually decide which to fall on- What would it be? Heads or tails? she felt herself scoff at such a redundant question, as she pondered the depths of her own mind subconsciously.
Tails: her past, she was a monk of origin, and her orphaned mystery that continued to control her thoughts in her waking hours. The unspoken unknown had found its niche to dominate her mind. Heads: her future and present, one that was unlimited and her fighting defense seemed completely natural here, she had dueled General List without demurral, and won, her triumph was one she took pride in. Pride was a sign of arrogance, and that was a quality uncharacteristic of a friar.
Which will I be? she felt a slight aching in her heart, one that longed for an answer that she didn’t know she had asked. The elders of the council had once flipped coins to settle a tie in opinion, though it rarely happened because there were seven in the court. Caira was now fueled by memories of her past, her quest for the unknown future, and whatever she- a metaphorical icon of a coin- landed on, she would need to decide what and who she would become:
A defender of justice or a dominating monstrosity?
Movement tore her body and segregated her mind, instinct and muscle tensed as she had an arc-second of prediction to sense impact and braced for it, what would cause a clattering of viridescent stained glass. It was strange, as she hadn’t seen what she had crashed into up until she was completely upon it.
Through the soft sound of breaking echoed in her ears as collateral damage, and the image it represented, she recognized the obligation to both her past, and her future. Kindness verses Justice. After all, fate had never promised to be merciful. And while justice was mostly unkind, it was never without cause. Caira was free to enjoy the infinity of the Omniverse if she would only allow herself to be. Clenching her jaw she fell gracefully into the ground, a hard thud reverberated in her joints as the consanguinity that had chained to her to the past evaporated with the grip it held on her destiny.
Though she did have one thing to rectify before she was truly free, but this task, she regarded, would be a facile quandary.
While Caira had tumbled into the library’s window, which seemed to be lower than the other buildings, the Pegasus she had flown landed gracefully at the entrance at the library before doing a small gloating gallop with his hooves in front of the wooden door in the hidden corridor.
...
The scent of dusted books filled her senses with a faded redolence, before she could but open her eyes, her body moved slightly, assessing the damage done. Few scratches had etched her clothing, along with the bruising ache in her derriere. The bruised being became aware that she was surrounded by fragmented glass splayed upon the ground. Rows of mystic books lined the high shelves, and Caira recalled her strange arrival to her original destination. Am I really here? The Dalaran Library? Though this could just be a wealthy man’s study. She almost smiled and faced an open book, the frayed pages had been opened to an astoundingly well-painted picture of King Aragorn of Camelot. Her head gradually inclined, analyzing the figure in an attempt to associate his name with his face and her blurred eyesight sharpened to see a king adorned in a knight’s armor-an unconventional custom. But that very defiance made it all the more respectable.
The vast room reminded her of the Great Hall of Tomes from her homeland but the shelves were much smaller, and today, this moment, she felt as though books were the most important thing in the Universes.
A loud heigh asserted itself into Caira’s ringing ear, a mage woman approached wearing kind eyes masked by a pair of old gold rimmed spectacles. She had come to assess the situation, the damages done to the library, or just to get a good look at who was to blame.
“Oh look a young Mage!” the old woman crooned in a motherly tone, “You alright miss?”
“Hm?” Caira was curious at the mention of sorcery, and did not identify herself as a bearer of magic, she looked over her shoulder, all around to see whom she was directing her crooning at.
Bellowing out of the woman’s mouth was a stream of merriment, followed by a more eloquent and accented distinction in the frequency of her voice, “A Mage who doesn’t know she’s a Mage... How very amusing!”
Caira noticed a distinctive color around her shoulders, an intangible cloud of pigment and voiced it.
“What?! Haven’t you ever seen a mage before? Sheesh these new Primes! I don’t know where Omni finds them.. That’s what we call an aura dear, all mages have them... Well not all.. But most are accustomed to seeing them. Some show energy levels and others are just seen visually at the time of a cast. Hm. Your own seems to be trapped in your eyes! I wonder who could have done that..” The woman’s trailed and her spectacles swooped in close, examining the shade of her irises.
Caira craned her neck backward, in a resistant attempt to evade the inspection but not far enough to escape the woman’s interrogating gaze. The aged mage spoke of technology for a moment, and gave Caira a small technological device, and provided information on how to access the Dataverse. “Here, I’ve put my email in this mobile device, I’ll stay in touch with you.” The older woman looked over her shoulder to see the loud sauntering hustle of an approaching figure disrupting the instructional conversation-was the library clerk. Caira felt the clerk’s frown descend upon her, eyebrows flexed with agitation. The spectacled woman scampered off, unwilling to confront the authority, but had the intention of staying in touch with Caira remained as in her hand, she held the strange looking device.
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