Tynan stared at Sohalia in wonder as she finally reached the door. There she stood, glowing, her skin a rich amber color to match Tynan's alabaster. The sight of Sohalia glowing with the magic of Tynan's own people awed her and drew her closer to the Raven-haired woman before her.
"Miss Sohalia," Tynan said, her voice hushed with awe, "I did nothing. It was simply the land offering herself up."
Tynan reached a tentative hand out, as if she would caress the other woman as one would something sacred. Tye had suspected Sohalia of having ties to her people but those were far buried in her linage; Mother protect them, she never thought Sohalia would carry the magic! Tynan's voice caught in her throat as unshed tears filled her vision.
Sohalia was a beautiful sight with her magic upon her; Magic that shouldn't have been there to awaken. Her skin glowed, but it was her hair that truly caught the eye; it glowed as if the sun was setting behind royal purple, nearly black glass; glass that had caught the stars in it, for if one turned their head, it looked as though someone had placed glowing, silver glitter in her nest of hair.
Tynan looked into Sohalia's eyes, which had begun to glow, the soft colors gently swirling as if they were fog. Tynan took another step forward and there came the first stirrings of power between them, the feeling of magic crawling over Tynan's skin. Tynan thought she could smell freshly tilled ground mingled with the sweet crispness of spring rain.
"Miss Sohalia, you glow," She finally managed in a hushed voice, "Mother bless you, you are as I."
Tynan closed the distance between them and gently caressed Sohalia's face with the back of her hand. The magic sparked at the touch and suddenly the room they had been standing in no longer existed. It was as if someone had erased the world around them; the apartment, sky, and even the very ground they stood on, leaving nothing but their glows to light the black void.
They both glowed now as if someone had set magnesium aflame under their skins; Tynan blazed white to Sohalia's amber. Tynan looked into Sohalia's eyes and saw a wash of blue and knew her own eyes glowed just as brightly, for the blue was from their glow, light reaching out to wash over bits of Sohalia's own. They had been left in a whirlwind of scent of both the newness of spring and the spiced scent of Autumn. It rushed through them, the magic singing along everything that was Tynan, twisting and winding their hair together, like bright, fluid strings of neon color and glowing black. Tynan could not pull her eyes off of Sohalia and was suddenly aware that their hands were now locked together and that Tynan could not release the other woman.
The wind grew stronger, buffeting and whipping at them and through them as if it meant to scatter their very beings. It was then that Tynan started to see things in the wind, reflecting the light of their burning lights; light reflecting off dark, dark water, butterflies, flowers, and every now and Tynan could glance a pale face. The wind grew stronger yet and appeared to.... be sorting, organizing, or at least separating what it blew around. The squall separated so that it was not simply one wind storm, but two, one around each woman. Sohalia's held the butterflies and flowers and took with it the sweet scent of spring and the warmth of the sun. Tynan's held the water and unheard whispers from the long dead and was left with the rich scent of autumn that now held the dank smell of leaves rotting on the forest floor. It was a smell that could only truly be experienced by turning over leaves in the late fall after a heavy rain.
Tynan watched Sohalia as the wind ran through her, slammed into Sohalia, taking all the things it held into her, dissipated into Sohalia's very being, as if her skin wasn't a tangible, solid thing as Tynan felt the other half of the storm slam into her, hitting things it never should have, deep within her. It made Tynan feel cold with wetness but not physically. It was as if the dark waters that had surrounded her soaked not her skin, but her soul and Tynan felt something crack in her. It made her head swim, but the wind had finally died down and Tynan was finally able to release Sohalia.
When she did, she stumbled backwards into the counter in the brightly lit apartment. She could hear Chii mewling from the window seat, claiming it. They had never really left the apartment, but Tynan still felt where the water had settled inside her and still felt the gaping void in her soul where it had cracked. Tynan knew she would be cold to the touch, but she wasn't shivering; she didn't feel cold like she should have felt this. Tynan sat on the floor, staring wide-eyed at Sohalia. What had just happened?
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