A Green Tinted Sky

[Clownpiece]

Over the course of several minutes, the Omnilium, guided by Somerled’s concentration, slowly coalesced into something that he hoped would be able to get him to one of those things in the distance. The sound of grunting broke him from his trance, showing him success in what he had set out to accomplish. His mouth turning up into a wide grin, the storm spirit rose to his feet, admiring his work.

“Moose!” his voice was much louder than he needed it to be. Sure enough, right in front of him was the massive brown antlered animal, throwing a passive gaze over Somerled. “Check this out, Sonny.” His body swivelled as he searched for his other half. The swivelling stopped abruptly as he remembered. “Oh ri-” he cut off his sentence halfway as something new caught his eye.
“I really wish you hadn’t gotten so caught up in trying to move to Canada,” his voice, under the control of Sonny, said tiredly, “You probably would have summoned a better mount if that were the case.”

“Shush,” He quieted his own voice. His gaze rested intently on a new person in front of him, someone who he was quite certain hadn’t been there a few minutes ago. While he knew noticing things wasn’t his strong suit, with all the empty around there would have been no way in his mind that he could have missed her. Studying her for a few moments, Somerled debated on exactly how he would react to this. First of all, she was a soldier, evidenced by the tattered combat fatigues she wore. His stance shifted to something a little more defensive in response to that observation. Soldiers and him never really got along. He didn’t tend to like authority figures in general, as he was far too free-spirited, to put it mildly. The second thing he noticed was that she just seemed to be staring straight on, blankly. If he was lucky, she wouldn’t have noticed him then. He could still slink away and not have to deal with this shit.

Somerled shifted on his feet, moving to turn away from the still form of the soldier. This wasn’t a can of worms he wanted to open up. His mouth shot open of its own accord, and the spirit’s eyes widened in panic.
“Hey, you okay there?” Sonny spoke through him. A specter flashed before his eyes, a white clad figure briefly waved one of its hands in front of the girl’s face. Then, pain erupted in Somerled’s mind. He doubled over, clutching his head hard as he felt so much of his power ripped away from him. Teeth clenched, he refused to cry out, trying not to alert to girl himself. The materialization of his other half might just have been enough to grab her attention though. He waited with bated breath.