Re: [ORP] Firestorm Manor
Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2018 8:48 pm
The sip she had taken had not had an immediate effect. Perhaps she had not swallowed enough of it, but she enjoyed watching Quixote’s face as he swallowed a rather large amount and then set about eating again. The curiosity in his eyes changed to wonder and delight and that pleased her immensely. She had noticed he kept looking at the pie and meant to cut him a slice but got distracted by the sudden pulsing of her power. Internalizing her vision, she could see it pulsating deep within her, its golden hue brighter with every beat of her heart. In fact, it now pulsed in rhythm to her heartbeat. So intent was she on this that she missed most of the conversation that was going on. She heard TK’s voice and although she did not hear the words, she somehow knew from the tone that he was addressing her.
With an effort, she withdrew from her internal sight and blinked, shaking her head slightly to clear her mind. As her sight returned to the world around her, she saw that TK was looking at her with come concern and there was now a slice of iskir pie in front of her, cut in a rather interesting shape. She smiled apologetically at them both and lifted the glass of the special brew. “I am sorry,” she began. “I did not realize I had withdrawn so completely. This brandy,” she went on, raising the glass briefly in TK’s direction before moving it in front of her as she examined it more closely, “awakened the power within me somehow. I only took a small sip, yet…” she paused, remembering the rhythmic pulsing and the ever-increasing brightness of the light that was how she visualized her power, “it definitely awakened something there.”
She wondered what might happen if she drank more of it, tilting her head slightly as she considered. At last she decided that she would never know if she did not and so long as Quixote and TK were there with her, surely, they would be able to help if her power escaped her tight control. As she brought the glass to her lips again, she remembered what had happened during the Awakening. She paused before tasting the liquid, worried about a recurrence of that awful discharge of her power. But Vaelen had had a hand in that, she recalled, and she had had very little control over her power at that time. She had learned much from Zhaneth since then and her control, although not complete, was far greater than it had ever been. She took a deep breath and drank deeply from the glass, downing about half its contents before stopping.
Her eyes sparkled as she looked over at TK. “If I look like I might explode, you may want to get the animals to safety and take cover yourself,” she said with a grin and a wink. As the liquid filled her belly, she felt its warmth. Fire Brandy always did have a particular warmth to it, but this was more and now it mixed with the heat of her own power, causing it to pulsate even more. With every heartbeat, she could feel her energy being renewed, something she had not noticed with just the small initial sip.
With an effort she placed the glass on the ground and took up the pie, grinning over at Quixote. “Thank you for the pie, my friend, and I agree,” she said as she took a bite, “It is very delicious!”
As she settled in to eating the pie, she noticed that TK had removed the bandage which he had so recently placed over a deep gash on his leg. The skin had healed almost completely, and she glanced up into his eyes, taken aback at how green and beautiful they were. The color was richer than she recalled ever having seen on him before and wondered whether it was a result of the drink or coming down from the battle frenzy of his lycan half. She was unaware that her own eyes were now a richer shade of sapphire than usual, with flecks of gold appearing and disappearing as though dancing to the rhythm of her heartbeat so that they almost appeared to twinkle of their own accord.
The pulsing grew stronger, as though her power longed to escape her control and that began to worry her. She needed to discharge it soon. Her eyes were drawn to the grave that held the ashes of the boar. Rising to her feet, she knew what she would need to do. “I need to bury the boar’s ashes now,” she said simply and walked over to the edge of the crater. The ashes were not entirely cooled but were no longer smoldering. It would have to do, she decided.
With an effort, she brought her power under tighter control, using techniques Zhaneth had taught her. Tendrils of power would be visible to the others as ribbons of golden light, reaching out primarily from her chest, bright with power and intensity. She directed the light and it coalesced from a dozen or so tendrils floating independently into two thick bands that merged with her arms and shot out through her hands as the power submitted to her will. She then sent those bands of power streaking across to the hunk of earth that she had removed to make the crater that now held the ashes of the beast.
With a wave of her hand, she directed the tendrils to separate into what might be considered fingers of light as they reached their objective, sliding under and around the chunk of earth and lifting it easily into the air. It glided about a foot off the ground as she directed it over the crater and carefully lowered it back into its place. She directed the tendrils of power to mend the rend in the earth, teasing roots to reattach below the surface and smoothing the surface of the ground so that when at last she withdrew the tendrils of light back into herself, the area looked more like a freshly worked garden than a freshly dug grave mound.
The effort did not exhaust her nearly as much as she had expected and although the light still pulsed within her, that sense of impending explosion was gone. The golden flecks faded from her eyes as the power subsided, but her eyes retained their rich sapphire color. She had expected to be completely drained from this effort, yet she was not at all. She knew it was a result of the drink and that the effect would not last. She worried that once the effect had worn off she would collapse, but for the moment she felt amazingly energetic.
“Well, that’s done, then,” she told the others as she rejoined them. Her eyes fell on the glass that still contained some of the precious drink. She dared not drink more of it now that she had her power back under control. “I think I will need to be careful how much I drink of that,” she directed at TK.
With an effort, she withdrew from her internal sight and blinked, shaking her head slightly to clear her mind. As her sight returned to the world around her, she saw that TK was looking at her with come concern and there was now a slice of iskir pie in front of her, cut in a rather interesting shape. She smiled apologetically at them both and lifted the glass of the special brew. “I am sorry,” she began. “I did not realize I had withdrawn so completely. This brandy,” she went on, raising the glass briefly in TK’s direction before moving it in front of her as she examined it more closely, “awakened the power within me somehow. I only took a small sip, yet…” she paused, remembering the rhythmic pulsing and the ever-increasing brightness of the light that was how she visualized her power, “it definitely awakened something there.”
She wondered what might happen if she drank more of it, tilting her head slightly as she considered. At last she decided that she would never know if she did not and so long as Quixote and TK were there with her, surely, they would be able to help if her power escaped her tight control. As she brought the glass to her lips again, she remembered what had happened during the Awakening. She paused before tasting the liquid, worried about a recurrence of that awful discharge of her power. But Vaelen had had a hand in that, she recalled, and she had had very little control over her power at that time. She had learned much from Zhaneth since then and her control, although not complete, was far greater than it had ever been. She took a deep breath and drank deeply from the glass, downing about half its contents before stopping.
Her eyes sparkled as she looked over at TK. “If I look like I might explode, you may want to get the animals to safety and take cover yourself,” she said with a grin and a wink. As the liquid filled her belly, she felt its warmth. Fire Brandy always did have a particular warmth to it, but this was more and now it mixed with the heat of her own power, causing it to pulsate even more. With every heartbeat, she could feel her energy being renewed, something she had not noticed with just the small initial sip.
With an effort she placed the glass on the ground and took up the pie, grinning over at Quixote. “Thank you for the pie, my friend, and I agree,” she said as she took a bite, “It is very delicious!”
As she settled in to eating the pie, she noticed that TK had removed the bandage which he had so recently placed over a deep gash on his leg. The skin had healed almost completely, and she glanced up into his eyes, taken aback at how green and beautiful they were. The color was richer than she recalled ever having seen on him before and wondered whether it was a result of the drink or coming down from the battle frenzy of his lycan half. She was unaware that her own eyes were now a richer shade of sapphire than usual, with flecks of gold appearing and disappearing as though dancing to the rhythm of her heartbeat so that they almost appeared to twinkle of their own accord.
The pulsing grew stronger, as though her power longed to escape her control and that began to worry her. She needed to discharge it soon. Her eyes were drawn to the grave that held the ashes of the boar. Rising to her feet, she knew what she would need to do. “I need to bury the boar’s ashes now,” she said simply and walked over to the edge of the crater. The ashes were not entirely cooled but were no longer smoldering. It would have to do, she decided.
With an effort, she brought her power under tighter control, using techniques Zhaneth had taught her. Tendrils of power would be visible to the others as ribbons of golden light, reaching out primarily from her chest, bright with power and intensity. She directed the light and it coalesced from a dozen or so tendrils floating independently into two thick bands that merged with her arms and shot out through her hands as the power submitted to her will. She then sent those bands of power streaking across to the hunk of earth that she had removed to make the crater that now held the ashes of the beast.
With a wave of her hand, she directed the tendrils to separate into what might be considered fingers of light as they reached their objective, sliding under and around the chunk of earth and lifting it easily into the air. It glided about a foot off the ground as she directed it over the crater and carefully lowered it back into its place. She directed the tendrils of power to mend the rend in the earth, teasing roots to reattach below the surface and smoothing the surface of the ground so that when at last she withdrew the tendrils of light back into herself, the area looked more like a freshly worked garden than a freshly dug grave mound.
The effort did not exhaust her nearly as much as she had expected and although the light still pulsed within her, that sense of impending explosion was gone. The golden flecks faded from her eyes as the power subsided, but her eyes retained their rich sapphire color. She had expected to be completely drained from this effort, yet she was not at all. She knew it was a result of the drink and that the effect would not last. She worried that once the effect had worn off she would collapse, but for the moment she felt amazingly energetic.
“Well, that’s done, then,” she told the others as she rejoined them. Her eyes fell on the glass that still contained some of the precious drink. She dared not drink more of it now that she had her power back under control. “I think I will need to be careful how much I drink of that,” she directed at TK.