09-05-2013, 09:21 AM
Oh, she was fuming! Her eyes narrowed as she watched him walk away, another one of his pretty speeches planted firmly in her mind. Of course, she suspected that things were different for other types of creatures, but it still boggled her nonetheless that he would stand idly by while others put themselves in danger so his pretty hide stayed untarnished. She’d never understand how someone could do that.
Garona clenched her teeth, her eyes hardening as she about-faced and marched back towards Aragorn and Thrall. “Have a horse for me, or am I hoofing it today?”
“Personal mounts are usually summoned with omnilium,” Thrall stated.
Garona’s eyebrows quirked. She must have missed something somewhere. “Omnilium?”
“Omni explained it to you before you arrived in the Nexus,” Aragorn said, his voice neutral, as if simply explaining a fact. Now that she thought about it, she did remember him, it, mentioning something about it. She didn’t know the exact mechanics of it, but wasn’t above asking about it.
“Yes,” she drawled. “I do not recall him explaining much else about it. How would one summon a mount from this substance?”
Thrall dismounted from his horse, the reins falling limply around its neck, and not once did it give any indication that it would bolt. The mount had the same clear blue eyes as he did, she noticed. The larger Orc stood in front of her and asked for her hands. She gazed at him suspiciously before laying them in his much larger hands. “When I first came here, I had difficulty with the concept, as well. Here, let’s start off with something small. I want you to think of something tiny…something that can fit in the palm of your hands. Let me know when you have something in mind and tell me what it is.”
Garona imagined food – she realized suddenly that she couldn’t remember the last time she ate, and thought it would be best to think of a snack as her first venture. “Okay, small…let’s try some jerky.”
Thrall quirked a smile. “Good choice.” He stroked his thumbs across her palms, sending a tingling ebb of energy radiating outwards and up her arms. “Think of that food, and then concentrate on where my fingers are rubbing. Imagine a warmth bubbling from there.”
Garona did as she was told, and gasped as tiny flashes of light manifested from her palms. They grew into small, colorful balls, and within a few minutes had dissipated into two handfuls of tasty looking meat. She flashed a wide grin as she pulled her hands free of Thrall’s grasp and chomped down on one of the hunks of food. “This is great!” she said between mouthfuls. “Oh, gods, this is amazing.”
Thrall chuckled, plucking one of the hunks from her grasp and munching on it himself. “Not bad for a newbie.”
“Hey! That was mine!” she bitched, her lips turning downwards in a pout.
“You can just summon more,” Thrall informed her, downing the last of the treat. “Now, remember that feeling, and try making a mount. Don’t rush it. For something big enough to transport you, it may take some time, so be patient.”
Patience she could do. It’s what made her so damned good at her job. So, heeding his advice, Garona summoned that now-familiar warmth back to her palms, which she had stretched ground-ward before her. The multi-hued bubble appeared again, growing bigger and bigger as she held an image within her mind. She knew what she wanted, something that would give her a link back to her own world.
Several minutes passed – how long, she was unsure, but finally, the light began to fade, and from it, the robustly furred form of a black wolf appeared. The creature was massive, standing nearly as tall as she, with thick, powerful muscles moving fluidly beneath all of its dark fur. It had a streak of light blue across it’s left eye, eyes that were, like her own, without pupils. They were a solid lilac with an ethereal glow.
“Very good,” she heard Thrall approve of her work, and glanced just over the animal’s head to see his pleased face staring back at her. “If you are ready, Garona, you may head towards the east, where you first saw us, and take the portal to Camelot, our kingdom.”
She nodded, pulling herself up onto the animal’s back, who was surprisingly docile. It was bareback, and the wolf’s spine could be felt just beneath her ass, but it would have to do until she could fashion some kind of saddle. Giving Thrall one firm nod of her head, she pulled the wolf’s mane to the right and headed towards the east portal.
Garona clenched her teeth, her eyes hardening as she about-faced and marched back towards Aragorn and Thrall. “Have a horse for me, or am I hoofing it today?”
“Personal mounts are usually summoned with omnilium,” Thrall stated.
Garona’s eyebrows quirked. She must have missed something somewhere. “Omnilium?”
“Omni explained it to you before you arrived in the Nexus,” Aragorn said, his voice neutral, as if simply explaining a fact. Now that she thought about it, she did remember him, it, mentioning something about it. She didn’t know the exact mechanics of it, but wasn’t above asking about it.
“Yes,” she drawled. “I do not recall him explaining much else about it. How would one summon a mount from this substance?”
Thrall dismounted from his horse, the reins falling limply around its neck, and not once did it give any indication that it would bolt. The mount had the same clear blue eyes as he did, she noticed. The larger Orc stood in front of her and asked for her hands. She gazed at him suspiciously before laying them in his much larger hands. “When I first came here, I had difficulty with the concept, as well. Here, let’s start off with something small. I want you to think of something tiny…something that can fit in the palm of your hands. Let me know when you have something in mind and tell me what it is.”
Garona imagined food – she realized suddenly that she couldn’t remember the last time she ate, and thought it would be best to think of a snack as her first venture. “Okay, small…let’s try some jerky.”
Thrall quirked a smile. “Good choice.” He stroked his thumbs across her palms, sending a tingling ebb of energy radiating outwards and up her arms. “Think of that food, and then concentrate on where my fingers are rubbing. Imagine a warmth bubbling from there.”
Garona did as she was told, and gasped as tiny flashes of light manifested from her palms. They grew into small, colorful balls, and within a few minutes had dissipated into two handfuls of tasty looking meat. She flashed a wide grin as she pulled her hands free of Thrall’s grasp and chomped down on one of the hunks of food. “This is great!” she said between mouthfuls. “Oh, gods, this is amazing.”
Thrall chuckled, plucking one of the hunks from her grasp and munching on it himself. “Not bad for a newbie.”
“Hey! That was mine!” she bitched, her lips turning downwards in a pout.
“You can just summon more,” Thrall informed her, downing the last of the treat. “Now, remember that feeling, and try making a mount. Don’t rush it. For something big enough to transport you, it may take some time, so be patient.”
Patience she could do. It’s what made her so damned good at her job. So, heeding his advice, Garona summoned that now-familiar warmth back to her palms, which she had stretched ground-ward before her. The multi-hued bubble appeared again, growing bigger and bigger as she held an image within her mind. She knew what she wanted, something that would give her a link back to her own world.
Several minutes passed – how long, she was unsure, but finally, the light began to fade, and from it, the robustly furred form of a black wolf appeared. The creature was massive, standing nearly as tall as she, with thick, powerful muscles moving fluidly beneath all of its dark fur. It had a streak of light blue across it’s left eye, eyes that were, like her own, without pupils. They were a solid lilac with an ethereal glow.
“Very good,” she heard Thrall approve of her work, and glanced just over the animal’s head to see his pleased face staring back at her. “If you are ready, Garona, you may head towards the east, where you first saw us, and take the portal to Camelot, our kingdom.”
She nodded, pulling herself up onto the animal’s back, who was surprisingly docile. It was bareback, and the wolf’s spine could be felt just beneath her ass, but it would have to do until she could fashion some kind of saddle. Giving Thrall one firm nod of her head, she pulled the wolf’s mane to the right and headed towards the east portal.
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