A Green Tinted Sky

[Clownpiece]

Somerled just kept his friendly smile as Connor began his own summoning process, diving right back into his train of thought as soon as he could. Obviously, his first priority would be getting Sonny out of his head. He hadn’t even had to deal with this shit for half an hour and he was already getting sick of it. If this trend of interruptions continued for too much longer he just knew he would lose his mind. Of course, a task like that probably wasn’t going to be little nor easy, he figured. After all, he couldn’t just summon a body for his other half with omnilium or whatever it was. No, he needed enough magic to be able to create one. They weren’t ghosts, they couldn’t just haunt whatever corpse they wanted and make do with that.

Which lead to his second issue, magic. If his observation was correct, it looked like Sonny was leeching off of his magic to do anything, meaning their magic pools had been inexplicably conjoined. If this was the case, it would throw a whole toolbox in their plans, not just the wrench.
“Sonny,” the storm spirit whispered, hoping the spirit was paying attention and not just moping around in his consciousness.
“Yes?” came the hesitant reply, a few moments of silence between the two tones as Sonny waited to see if his other half would continue his sentence.
“I need you to do what you did earlier,” Somerled asked of him, “When you got the attention of that soldier.”
“Making another body,” Sonny trailed off for a moment, “Do you have enough magic for it?”
“Just do it,” he growled. After his order, it didn’t take long for pain to erupt in Somerled’s head as his power was once again torn from him. “Fuck,” his voice remained quiet and his visage neutral despite the magical migraine he was experiencing. In front of him, a ball of pure light began coalescing, in mere moments spreading out into a humanoid form. This figure of light shuddered a few times, quickly dimming into the spirit of the clear sky.

“Huh...” Sonny let out a small sound of interest, taking the time to look over his newly formed body. “Feels really light,” he noted, his voice no longer a whisper. He gave a quick experimental spin. A small gesture like that was all he needed to ascertain what he had already figured, and he lifted his gaze back to his other half. “The body is incomplete. It’s more of a reflection than a vessel. Definitely not permanent.”
“Not what I was testing for, but okay!” Somerled gave a half-hearted cheer. “Now I know what we’ll need to do. Just gotta ask Hound a question when he finishes.”
“In the meantime,” Sonny continued his other half’s paragraph, turning towards the soldier, an apologetic smile on his face, “Sorry for the bad first impression. We had a small bump in the road getting here.” He bowed politely, “I am Somerled. And you would be?”