Callynite
"Just give me the world and I will give it back to you
Just tell me it hurts and I will fix it for you"
There was an odd heaviness to the forest today, and a slight sturring in the very ley lines of magic that Cally was saturating herself into. She was quiet as she studied it, trying to sense the upset, as if it would direct her to where she needed to go. The natural magic of the earth reached out to her, and she briefly felt it flare against her skin, pawing at her as the swelling aura cloaked her in a much heavier hue than typical. Her eyes closed as she breathed in, holding her breath for five seconds before releasing it again - letting herself fall more fully into the natural flow of energy that coursed beneath her split hooves.
Pain. Sorrow. Death. So much pain. It was almost overwhelming, even as the currents of energy rose up to sooth her with gentle brushes, helping to teach her to keep breathing so the sense of the magic wouldn't overwhelm, making her a touch stronger, more used to the connection and system of communication being established a little stronger each day. Her magic was growing in leaps and bounds - even considered medicore at best. Weak compared to what she was used to, but the current was eager to train her, and she eagerly gave herself over to the natural world, dedicated to resume her role as a champion, a druid of the earth.
But she was not expecting the weeping, nor the anger in the distance . . . no, not anger, betrayal. It didn't fit the setting of spring the forest had taken. Her eyes snapped forward, sensing this had more to do with the reason for patrols, and the need to find the poacher of these woods, and in an instance she wondered if this feeling was directed towards the poacher walking through these very woods again. Her gaze narrowed before she turned in that direction and she began to move.
Around her the currents swelled, urging her forward and keeping her company as she walked. The trees would occasionally give a soft, spattering of greeting, a subtle hello that wasn't as strong as she wished it would be. She missed when the words would come easily and constantly, but even now the faint echoes that came and went was more than enough. The slight hints of the gossip the trees had to share, the compliments the flowers would pay if she seemed a little too downtrodden. She had missed it all. She'd missed being part of the world, part of the energies of the earth.
It pains her now, being reconnected that it's hurting, and despite her best efforts to help, they were no closer to the poacher yet. Cally herself was about to double the patrols she went on - start heading off alone where she could follow the earth's signs with out having to explain why she was following a voice no one else could hear. Her magic was of an odd sort that not too many could understand if they weren't part of the earth as she was now, again. As she moved further, the trees seem to grow more silent, welcoming her with silent touches rather than words, and the quiet seems odd and forced. She moves forward, curious of where the change came from, until she starts to hear the creaks in the branches, the trembling of trees and her concern grows.
What has caused the forest this level of upset . . . She moves forward then before spotting a figure surrounded by trees that were giving the cold shoulder, and instantly her disapproval flared along the current lines. Such childish behavior from ancient beings . . . especially for one organizing patrols to aid in the capture of a creature destroying citizens of this forest. Was this truly the kind of behavior the forest condoned? Was this the expectation of this land, of this earth? She moved with purpose, each step taking her towards Po even as her attention stays on the forest. There's a brief moment as some of the silent ones recognize the new figure, and she stares them down quietly, her magic guided by the very nature of the earth that gave them life.
"I forget, sometimes, how childish trees can be, when they will hinder even when you try to protect." Her words call out in an accusation against the tall timber around them, just as it is to announce her present. Coating her body in a sparkling sheen of semi-transparent energy, the ley lines seem to laugh at her gentle chiding to the foliage, even as she turns her attention to Po, dipping her head in the respect greeting his station required, "Why is the forest so . . . upset with you?" She asked after a moment, shifting to lean against one tree, as if to offer a gentle reassurance even after her public reprimand for their behavior, even knowing the elder giants could hold grudges that span their life time, her attention instead focuses on the leader of Delumine, her small warm, and around her, the magic soothing what little her limited abilities can reach.
"Speech"
Thoughts
@Ipomoea
Artwork ©LupinHallow
Pain. Sorrow. Death. So much pain. It was almost overwhelming, even as the currents of energy rose up to sooth her with gentle brushes, helping to teach her to keep breathing so the sense of the magic wouldn't overwhelm, making her a touch stronger, more used to the connection and system of communication being established a little stronger each day. Her magic was growing in leaps and bounds - even considered medicore at best. Weak compared to what she was used to, but the current was eager to train her, and she eagerly gave herself over to the natural world, dedicated to resume her role as a champion, a druid of the earth.
But she was not expecting the weeping, nor the anger in the distance . . . no, not anger, betrayal. It didn't fit the setting of spring the forest had taken. Her eyes snapped forward, sensing this had more to do with the reason for patrols, and the need to find the poacher of these woods, and in an instance she wondered if this feeling was directed towards the poacher walking through these very woods again. Her gaze narrowed before she turned in that direction and she began to move.
Around her the currents swelled, urging her forward and keeping her company as she walked. The trees would occasionally give a soft, spattering of greeting, a subtle hello that wasn't as strong as she wished it would be. She missed when the words would come easily and constantly, but even now the faint echoes that came and went was more than enough. The slight hints of the gossip the trees had to share, the compliments the flowers would pay if she seemed a little too downtrodden. She had missed it all. She'd missed being part of the world, part of the energies of the earth.
It pains her now, being reconnected that it's hurting, and despite her best efforts to help, they were no closer to the poacher yet. Cally herself was about to double the patrols she went on - start heading off alone where she could follow the earth's signs with out having to explain why she was following a voice no one else could hear. Her magic was of an odd sort that not too many could understand if they weren't part of the earth as she was now, again. As she moved further, the trees seem to grow more silent, welcoming her with silent touches rather than words, and the quiet seems odd and forced. She moves forward, curious of where the change came from, until she starts to hear the creaks in the branches, the trembling of trees and her concern grows.
What has caused the forest this level of upset . . . She moves forward then before spotting a figure surrounded by trees that were giving the cold shoulder, and instantly her disapproval flared along the current lines. Such childish behavior from ancient beings . . . especially for one organizing patrols to aid in the capture of a creature destroying citizens of this forest. Was this truly the kind of behavior the forest condoned? Was this the expectation of this land, of this earth? She moved with purpose, each step taking her towards Po even as her attention stays on the forest. There's a brief moment as some of the silent ones recognize the new figure, and she stares them down quietly, her magic guided by the very nature of the earth that gave them life.
"I forget, sometimes, how childish trees can be, when they will hinder even when you try to protect." Her words call out in an accusation against the tall timber around them, just as it is to announce her present. Coating her body in a sparkling sheen of semi-transparent energy, the ley lines seem to laugh at her gentle chiding to the foliage, even as she turns her attention to Po, dipping her head in the respect greeting his station required, "Why is the forest so . . . upset with you?" She asked after a moment, shifting to lean against one tree, as if to offer a gentle reassurance even after her public reprimand for their behavior, even knowing the elder giants could hold grudges that span their life time, her attention instead focuses on the leader of Delumine, her small warm, and around her, the magic soothing what little her limited abilities can reach.
"Speech"
Thoughts
@Ipomoea
Artwork ©LupinHallow
