? - The Arcusan - Obsidian Beaches
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What makes a beach? Is it the smell of the salt sea brine, wafting in from brisk breezes over the shore? Is it the cry of birds and the jingle of marina bells, signaling the return of the fishermen? Or, is it perhaps the sand and water itself, foam-capped breakers smashing onto unyielding crags and the fine-crushed remnants of crustaceans and quartz, warmed under a blazing sun?
This alien shoreline was none of these, and yet it was, still, certainly a
beach... A waveless, roiling mass of Aether where there ought have been sea, and not sand, but the unnerving level plain of a solid, crystalline mass... a great, mirror-shine surface of obsidian glass stretching to each horizon... and where Aether and volcanic glass met, the unmarred surface warped and bent, forming fantastical whorls and hollows that broke the light of a blue sun into shades of red and yellow twinkling with each briefly caught ray.
Echoes rebounded off of unseen interfaces, reflecting sharply the
tok tok tok of metal-heeled shoes across the shining black expanse and reverberating with immediacy, announcing the arrival of the star herald. Barely restrained and barely covered alike by robes of diaphanous silk and silvered jewelry, her shapely hips swayed to and fro with each step, lending the female an air of the utmost feminine regal stature. The air pricked at her skin, and flooded her lungs with an almost breathless ferocity in each breath, heavily oxygenated and adding a tinge of euphoria to an already growing sense of dysphoria from the physical self.
The sea before her was raw Aether, undiluted and perfect, the source of all of the starcaller's power... and simply being in the presence of it stirred a deep longing in her that compelled her forward, heedless, desperate to unite with the very stuff of reality. The possibility that such contact would immediately unmake her beautiful form and return her to atoms entered not into her thoughts, all caution and reason lost before this iridescent spectacle, this arcane beacon.
Slowly, the roiling substance crept about her, coiling up along ankles and toes placed gingerly into wading depth, and climbing the sorceress' legs like so many vines, their caress sending her into a paroxysm of shivers, mouth hung open in soundless cries of joy. She took another step, then another, chest-deep in Aether. It cupped her heaving chest, eliciting more palpitations of heart and mind, a sort of dull pleasure of hyper-sensitivity settling into the woman's fair, porcelain skin. It swept her silver-azure hair about, both wetly sleek and yet billowing like the mousse of some cosmic stylist.
Elianna slipped under, and found herself buoyant, and free to breath, the light-headed whisper of air feeling like flight through a soft, warm cloudtop. Smoky eyes closed with heavy lids, letting the magic suffuse her body in every pore and opening, sighing with a staggered breath as bliss overtook her form, garments melting away piece by piece into the primal sea that had birthed them. The Aether and Elianna were one in that moment, and she'd not trade the feeling for another in all the worlds.
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Aetheric Essence
100 + 100(Aether Sea) = 200!
Active Spells:
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