Callynite
The energy swirled around her as she curled beneath the stretching limbs of a tree. Her tiny for nested between the raised root system that serpentined through the grass and soil. Across her pelt, the energy that existed on the physical plane seemed to be just as at rest, blanketing her in a soft and steady twinkling of emerald chi. The flow beneath the earth had also taken the hybrid doe's unconscious into it's currents, gently feeding her knowledge as she dreamed - knowing her magic was growing in leaps and bounds and would be soon evolving into a more steady use and form. The energy would protect it's protector, the earth wanting the druid to be well in the know for how to use the very energy that she was becoming a part of. Cally herself was peaceful however, her muzzle tucked against her chest, her limbs coiled together as if she were being rocked by some unseen force - deeper and deeper into an easy sleep, rest and rejuvenating, and Oh Cally... The voice was grating, calling her from the slumber slowly, even as the energy seemed to try to draw her back down to the dreaming state, wrapping her tighter in it's warmth and sway. Come out, come out wherever you are! The voice sung out through the trees, practically singsonging his previous, and Cally's eyes snapped open as her teeth gnashed together, jerking awake almost instantly.
Above her, the trees' leaves began to shake, as if warning the stallion from angering the druid he'd just roused from slumber - the waiting lionness he had just angered. Her breath sucked in as she slowly rolled off of her side, before climbing to her hooves and shaking her pelt, flicking her tail to try and dispel the anger that was rustling her fur with irritation. What . . . was . . . he doing here? She started to stalk in his direction, fighting back a yawn, wanting to send him off with a verbal lashing so she could fall asleep once more. And then his next set of words touched her ears, and her eyes narrowed while another stallion's name was added to her list of 'get even'. Newest weapon, she'd aim that that arrow straight into his arse! His laughter grated at her ears, both sets flattening until they were almost hidden in her mane, as the tiny doe moved through the forest that was one of her favorite parts of Delumine.
She spotted him from with in the foilage, the forest hiding her with ease as a few branches carefully shifted position, a few bushes fluffed up slightly. Hr eyes narrowed dangerously at the stallion standing in the sunshine, with out a care in the world. His next words dug his grave. Literally. No sweet words would save him from her ire. The ground began to shake, as the energy of the clearing was awoken into a chaotic array by her anger. The ground split with a suddenness that was fuelled only by the half awake Druid's desire to go to sleep, caving out beneath the stallion, and folding around his body, so as to incase him up to his neck in soil, grass and bramble. Only then did the bushes part to allow her through, the energy clinging to her coat seeming to rise up, swirling around her like a glittering maelstrom of kinetic violence. In her satchel, the five sugar gliders were watching with avid and curious eyes, amazed and awed at the power Cally was displaying - even as Cally ignored her own limits and kept pushing further and further past the boundaries of her current level of controlling her magic.
The energy swirled even as the earth settled into the tomb that would allow him to breath, her gaze razor hard and betraying the exhaustion of a freshly woken (and woken too soon) doe. She didn't say anything, even as her limbs shook with exhaustion from pushing her magic to do more than she was currently capable of doing. She snorted once, turning her back as she yawned, and headed back into the forest, and letting herself gracefully lay down in another knook in a tree, one eye remaining on the flamboyant stallion in an accusing manner, before she curled up, intending completely to fall back asleep, as her energy continued to be zapped away and back into the flow that she had stolen too much from. Another yawn was torn from her lips, as her eyes fell shut and her body relaxed once again. Meanwhile, the five gliders were watching quite eagerly, as Bandit pulled free of the satchel, and with Gizmo at his side, the two males scurried towards the stallion, before starting in on a chittering lecture in their own language, waving their arms around and dressing him down. Cally half opened one eye to check on the two - smiling faintly and making a mental note to get them a sweet treat for their dedication later, before closing her eyes again - content to let them continue dressing Coy down before she was willing to get up and deal with the stallion herself.
It was a darn good thing he is cute amused her, or she'd be reconsidering this . . . friendship.
"Speech"
Above her, the trees' leaves began to shake, as if warning the stallion from angering the druid he'd just roused from slumber - the waiting lionness he had just angered. Her breath sucked in as she slowly rolled off of her side, before climbing to her hooves and shaking her pelt, flicking her tail to try and dispel the anger that was rustling her fur with irritation. What . . . was . . . he doing here? She started to stalk in his direction, fighting back a yawn, wanting to send him off with a verbal lashing so she could fall asleep once more. And then his next set of words touched her ears, and her eyes narrowed while another stallion's name was added to her list of 'get even'. Newest weapon, she'd aim that that arrow straight into his arse! His laughter grated at her ears, both sets flattening until they were almost hidden in her mane, as the tiny doe moved through the forest that was one of her favorite parts of Delumine.
She spotted him from with in the foilage, the forest hiding her with ease as a few branches carefully shifted position, a few bushes fluffed up slightly. Hr eyes narrowed dangerously at the stallion standing in the sunshine, with out a care in the world. His next words dug his grave. Literally. No sweet words would save him from her ire. The ground began to shake, as the energy of the clearing was awoken into a chaotic array by her anger. The ground split with a suddenness that was fuelled only by the half awake Druid's desire to go to sleep, caving out beneath the stallion, and folding around his body, so as to incase him up to his neck in soil, grass and bramble. Only then did the bushes part to allow her through, the energy clinging to her coat seeming to rise up, swirling around her like a glittering maelstrom of kinetic violence. In her satchel, the five sugar gliders were watching with avid and curious eyes, amazed and awed at the power Cally was displaying - even as Cally ignored her own limits and kept pushing further and further past the boundaries of her current level of controlling her magic.
The energy swirled even as the earth settled into the tomb that would allow him to breath, her gaze razor hard and betraying the exhaustion of a freshly woken (and woken too soon) doe. She didn't say anything, even as her limbs shook with exhaustion from pushing her magic to do more than she was currently capable of doing. She snorted once, turning her back as she yawned, and headed back into the forest, and letting herself gracefully lay down in another knook in a tree, one eye remaining on the flamboyant stallion in an accusing manner, before she curled up, intending completely to fall back asleep, as her energy continued to be zapped away and back into the flow that she had stolen too much from. Another yawn was torn from her lips, as her eyes fell shut and her body relaxed once again. Meanwhile, the five gliders were watching quite eagerly, as Bandit pulled free of the satchel, and with Gizmo at his side, the two males scurried towards the stallion, before starting in on a chittering lecture in their own language, waving their arms around and dressing him down. Cally half opened one eye to check on the two - smiling faintly and making a mental note to get them a sweet treat for their dedication later, before closing her eyes again - content to let them continue dressing Coy down before she was willing to get up and deal with the stallion herself.
It was a darn good thing he is cute amused her, or she'd be reconsidering this . . . friendship.
"Speech"
