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"
Cally knew the hardship of a sudden silent world to her senses, dampened and dead - as if no connection was visible. She knew of losing that protection, that love and need to be loved. She knew what it was like for the world to go silent with no warning and how it could make your head spin in circles while you search for solid ground when the horizons all suddenly seemed to frozen and unfamiliar. In a way, a part of her knew what it might be like for Po to have the forest go silent beneath his hoof and touch - but not on the same level of silence. Her silence had been cast from magic locked away and then twisted to fit Novus. His was from nature turning away from him.
It was obvious from the distance she approached from that the forest around him felt stiffer than she'd expected, the trees barely murmuring to her in their attempts to keep silent to him. It felt wrong to her, who experienced that heart wrenching silence for them to do it to another. As her king turns towards her, she frowns at the breath he loosens, how his posture seems to have to be forced to relax - even as he greets her with a nod. She returns it however, as her gaze travels over the nearby foliage, questioning just how silent they've grown to Po. The feel wrong.
His words sound off, not the same tone of when he had first spoken to her so long ago, when he'd shared the magic of the forest to her, had been the first positive person to see her as still a part of the earthen world they treaded upon. As if he'd seen something deeper in her that whispered with the same melodic sequences of the earth. He'd been right of course, but his words had been a shelter to protect herself from the growing bitterness during that time. Now the energy flow itself was her shelter.
Her head tilts when he dismisses the idea of the trees being upset, and she wonders if he believes his words himself, or if he's trying to convince them both. He turns again, and when he speaks again, it's in defense of the forest. Not childish to be afraid of death perhaps . . . but it was childish to spat at the hand offering aid, or in this case hoof. She couldn't blame them for being afraid, certainly . . . but Delumine didn't just have one nature inclined equine walking it's surface - they had the king who had more reasons than anyone to defend and protect this world, his home.
"Just because they fear death, doesn't mean it's acceptable to turn their back towards someone who wishes to aid, and assist in any way they can." She murmurs quietly, her tones dipping low and heavy between the two souls. Her gaze sweeps over the trees, feeling their distress over the troubles the forest held. Cally was still learning about what all was wrong in Viride, but she was finding there was a lot that seemed ill at ease. Being forced to learn and take in all the different situations and pains the forest held was a full time job of its own, one where she took her cue from the forest and was perhaps learning more from what others were telling her than going to the source.
She considers for a moment asking Po what all is paining the forest so - it runs deeper than just a Poacher after all: what this disease the forest quakes for exactly was, but doesn't know how to arrange the question with out it sounding accusatory in the front of the silent forest around them.
He finally breaks the silence Callynite hadn't noticed growing, asking of her patrols - and of the quiet forest. She is silent for a moment, before looking towards him, "They whisper. It comes and goes, I'm afraid, the connection to the frequency they speak on: though I hear it more constantly with each passing day of late. But they whisper their concerns, their worries. Of disease and of the pain of their citizens they shelter." Her voice drifts off, as she reaches out with her magic to touch the energy flow moving around her, digging deeper for more information to give him.
The flow accepts her just as easily as it always has, the tendrils of power pawing at her pelt with the need of attention, pulling her into the energy lines of the forest, leading her through the trees. The moment comes to ask, "What is the disease the trees are fighting?" Her gaze turns towards him, more vacant than before she'd joined her magic with the earth's, both here with him and with the energy flows running through Viride, "I've enough understanding - from the forest and second hand information to know it's some sort of disease, or rot. But what is it, what does it do?" Her eyes close briefly as the energy flow directs her elsewhere, and she lets the power flare, gently nudging it to stay on a track to give her more information to relay.
It's easy, surrounded by energy to not notice when you're using too much of your own during the first level of magic, however, despite her previous experiences. She was a novice at best, growing strong by the day - but not infallible: so she thinks little of letting herself spread thin, and push the magic out further, "The energy is chaotic, the earth worries for the forest, for those who make their home with in the trees and beneath their limbs. A poacher hunts her children with no respect for the lives stolen," As she speaks, her own voice seems to shift, as if a second voice raises up to harmonize with her own, her vacancy increases as her awareness leaves where they stand and is settling more firmly in the lines during her report. "While another hunts her children, another strikes at her timber guardians. The forest has grown . . . ." She pauses, and when she finds the right word, the second voice becomes more pronounced, a single word being spoken through the druid who had taken up the mantle of protecting what the earth deemed dear to it, using the earth's energies to aide, rebuild and heal, "tainted."
The energy is suddenly swirling around Cally, tugging at her and she can feel her limbs shaking from far away - and she knows she's reached her limit, as she releases her hold on the lines - only to become aware of how out of form she had forced them to become. Her face visible winces as the flow of energy is forced back into their original place, arching through her own body like a grounding control. Three times the energy arches through her, the punishment of taking things too far, and taking some of her own energy to aide in their re-alignment. Her knees buckle, and she almost hits the ground before she catches herself and plants her hooves more strongly - taking the punishment for pushing her magic to far, her teeth gritted even as the energy that had attached itself on the visible plane had risen up to stroke her fur in reassurance as she focuses on her breathing through the sudden exhaustion. The energy around her feeds her more, further cycling the amount of earth energy and self energy with in her body as the exhaustion lifts from near faint to merely taxing.
She straightens her hooves, even as the grasses at her ankles seemed to sway against her limbs in tender hugs, some of the trees turning towards her in concern, "I forget this power is not at the strength it once was," She apologizes - to both the nature around her, and to the king who she'd shown the weakness towards. Knowing her limit was one thing - and one Cally tended to keep aware of . . . but with the trouble in Viride at the moment . . . she was finding more and more reasons to keep pushing that limit, and putting herself beyond that limit to just help a little more, to be a little more useful. And if the forest had silenced itself to Po . . . it was all the more reason for Cally to push herself still. If she was the only connection, the only one the forest was willing to whisper to right now . . . She needed to be able to help to the fullest, her own limits be damned.
"Speech"
Thoughts
@Ipomoea ;; I hate that I made her lacking in self-preservation. I had to tone down the pushing of the energies, first plot out of this post had her full in collapse, but she would hate to show that much weakness in front of someone too - so she had to catch herself instead. Freakin' deer-horse and her need to push herself beyond her limits in a sense of duty at her own expense x.x
Artwork ©LupinHallow
It was obvious from the distance she approached from that the forest around him felt stiffer than she'd expected, the trees barely murmuring to her in their attempts to keep silent to him. It felt wrong to her, who experienced that heart wrenching silence for them to do it to another. As her king turns towards her, she frowns at the breath he loosens, how his posture seems to have to be forced to relax - even as he greets her with a nod. She returns it however, as her gaze travels over the nearby foliage, questioning just how silent they've grown to Po. The feel wrong.
His words sound off, not the same tone of when he had first spoken to her so long ago, when he'd shared the magic of the forest to her, had been the first positive person to see her as still a part of the earthen world they treaded upon. As if he'd seen something deeper in her that whispered with the same melodic sequences of the earth. He'd been right of course, but his words had been a shelter to protect herself from the growing bitterness during that time. Now the energy flow itself was her shelter.
Her head tilts when he dismisses the idea of the trees being upset, and she wonders if he believes his words himself, or if he's trying to convince them both. He turns again, and when he speaks again, it's in defense of the forest. Not childish to be afraid of death perhaps . . . but it was childish to spat at the hand offering aid, or in this case hoof. She couldn't blame them for being afraid, certainly . . . but Delumine didn't just have one nature inclined equine walking it's surface - they had the king who had more reasons than anyone to defend and protect this world, his home.
"Just because they fear death, doesn't mean it's acceptable to turn their back towards someone who wishes to aid, and assist in any way they can." She murmurs quietly, her tones dipping low and heavy between the two souls. Her gaze sweeps over the trees, feeling their distress over the troubles the forest held. Cally was still learning about what all was wrong in Viride, but she was finding there was a lot that seemed ill at ease. Being forced to learn and take in all the different situations and pains the forest held was a full time job of its own, one where she took her cue from the forest and was perhaps learning more from what others were telling her than going to the source.
She considers for a moment asking Po what all is paining the forest so - it runs deeper than just a Poacher after all: what this disease the forest quakes for exactly was, but doesn't know how to arrange the question with out it sounding accusatory in the front of the silent forest around them.
He finally breaks the silence Callynite hadn't noticed growing, asking of her patrols - and of the quiet forest. She is silent for a moment, before looking towards him, "They whisper. It comes and goes, I'm afraid, the connection to the frequency they speak on: though I hear it more constantly with each passing day of late. But they whisper their concerns, their worries. Of disease and of the pain of their citizens they shelter." Her voice drifts off, as she reaches out with her magic to touch the energy flow moving around her, digging deeper for more information to give him.
The flow accepts her just as easily as it always has, the tendrils of power pawing at her pelt with the need of attention, pulling her into the energy lines of the forest, leading her through the trees. The moment comes to ask, "What is the disease the trees are fighting?" Her gaze turns towards him, more vacant than before she'd joined her magic with the earth's, both here with him and with the energy flows running through Viride, "I've enough understanding - from the forest and second hand information to know it's some sort of disease, or rot. But what is it, what does it do?" Her eyes close briefly as the energy flow directs her elsewhere, and she lets the power flare, gently nudging it to stay on a track to give her more information to relay.
It's easy, surrounded by energy to not notice when you're using too much of your own during the first level of magic, however, despite her previous experiences. She was a novice at best, growing strong by the day - but not infallible: so she thinks little of letting herself spread thin, and push the magic out further, "The energy is chaotic, the earth worries for the forest, for those who make their home with in the trees and beneath their limbs. A poacher hunts her children with no respect for the lives stolen," As she speaks, her own voice seems to shift, as if a second voice raises up to harmonize with her own, her vacancy increases as her awareness leaves where they stand and is settling more firmly in the lines during her report. "While another hunts her children, another strikes at her timber guardians. The forest has grown . . . ." She pauses, and when she finds the right word, the second voice becomes more pronounced, a single word being spoken through the druid who had taken up the mantle of protecting what the earth deemed dear to it, using the earth's energies to aide, rebuild and heal, "tainted."
The energy is suddenly swirling around Cally, tugging at her and she can feel her limbs shaking from far away - and she knows she's reached her limit, as she releases her hold on the lines - only to become aware of how out of form she had forced them to become. Her face visible winces as the flow of energy is forced back into their original place, arching through her own body like a grounding control. Three times the energy arches through her, the punishment of taking things too far, and taking some of her own energy to aide in their re-alignment. Her knees buckle, and she almost hits the ground before she catches herself and plants her hooves more strongly - taking the punishment for pushing her magic to far, her teeth gritted even as the energy that had attached itself on the visible plane had risen up to stroke her fur in reassurance as she focuses on her breathing through the sudden exhaustion. The energy around her feeds her more, further cycling the amount of earth energy and self energy with in her body as the exhaustion lifts from near faint to merely taxing.
She straightens her hooves, even as the grasses at her ankles seemed to sway against her limbs in tender hugs, some of the trees turning towards her in concern, "I forget this power is not at the strength it once was," She apologizes - to both the nature around her, and to the king who she'd shown the weakness towards. Knowing her limit was one thing - and one Cally tended to keep aware of . . . but with the trouble in Viride at the moment . . . she was finding more and more reasons to keep pushing that limit, and putting herself beyond that limit to just help a little more, to be a little more useful. And if the forest had silenced itself to Po . . . it was all the more reason for Cally to push herself still. If she was the only connection, the only one the forest was willing to whisper to right now . . . She needed to be able to help to the fullest, her own limits be damned.
"Speech"
Thoughts
@Ipomoea ;; I hate that I made her lacking in self-preservation. I had to tone down the pushing of the energies, first plot out of this post had her full in collapse, but she would hate to show that much weakness in front of someone too - so she had to catch herself instead. Freakin' deer-horse and her need to push herself beyond her limits in a sense of duty at her own expense x.x
Artwork ©LupinHallow
