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 Posted: Sun Jan 05, 2014 8:56 pm
WHO: Revontulet and Eirdirsceol
WHEN: Late morning, just before lunch time
WHERE: The Library
WEATHER: Bright, clear winter day. Snow is on the ground but there isn't any falling at the moment.
The young frei had spent ages in her room, staring at her fingers and contemplating. Her mind had gone over so many things and in so many ways that she had grown fatigued before she'd found the answer to her dilemma. Scenes from the jungle continued to haunt her in her dreams, though not in the way the jungle haunted the others. Instead she could see Zul standing over the carcass, setting it both ablaze and into a deep freeze. Like a movie reel being fast forwarded she watched as Eiry gifted them all with the power of a wisp, allowing things to brush right through them without harm.
Revontulet scowled at her fingers as she stared at them. Why could she do nothing?
No fire or ice sprang from her fingers no matter how long she tried, and she couldn't quite seem to grasp the ability to make herself into a spirit form. The only thing that had happened was a flickering of lights, though she'd hardly noticed them as she concentrated so hard on other things.
The one idle comment she'd let slip near Doucette to gauge her reaction received nothing but a small shrug of the woman's shoulders and a shake of her frizzy hair. If it was raevan related, the redhead was well outside of her depths. But she had suggested that the aurora contact Zul or Eiry in order to learn more. Who better to teach her than those that could perform?
Although her first instinct had been to call Zul, her hand stilled over the phone and her expression clouded somewhat, hesitant to contact the demon for something that seemed awfully trivial. The jungle had felt hard on their friendship. It wasn't obvious whether it was simply how she perceived it or how it truly was, but Ren had been of no help in the depths of the tress and her and Doucette had been evacuated along with Zul and his guardian. Although Doe had sent Alex a get-well-soon card, they'd not reached out further. If Zul saw her nothing more than a useless newborn then contacting him and revealing her true inabilities would not be well received.
Instead she picked up the phone and located Eiry's number in the Lab phone book. Perhaps the bubbly, outgoing sigel could assist her.
And this was how Revontulet ended up in front of the library, her chin tilting back as she lifted a hand to shade her eyes against the sun reflecting in the bright snow. Books had never appealed to the girl - they simply weren't as visual as movies were.
Pulling her fur-lined peacoat a little closer to her despite the lack of chill, Ren floated inside, pushing aside the door hesitantly and calling into the quiet (unaware of the silent rule), "Hello? Eiry?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 24, 2014 6:18 pm
The bubble, outgoing sigel he had been was now no longer. It had been a time since their foray into the wilderness, but the wounds that Eiry carried from the brambles still bled. He would find himself distracted, his mind seeing reiterations of the scenes of his brother, insisting to leave him behind, of their fighting, the wounds of others and the fear struck into their eyes as they fought and screamed and wept at one another. Eiry would be startled from his hallucinations by customers, for whom he would slap on wobbly smiles and forced attitudes of pleasantness. Eventually, he was able to get himself to a place where he was weary from such constant tortures, and he became sullen and quiet. He felt disconnected. He felt lost. He felt all the more and more like the will o wisp he was made from, wandering alone and screaming although no one would hear nor care for the wailing of a ghost trapped between parallels.
"Hello? Eiry?"
The raevan in question lifted his head. He was behind the desk, cataloging some books, a mindless task which he could apply himself to without much fear for miscalculations. His red rimmed glasses, a familiar icon from the forest behind, were falling down his nose, and he blinked in confusion at first, wondering just whose voice he was hearing, a memory of the past or an echo from the present? His eyes soon dropped upon the visage of an unfamiliar peacoat and a familiar head of hair. How could he forget that hair? He had seen it singed in those woods.
Lifting himself up from his work, Eiry phased through the desk that he had been working in at the main entrance, a barricaded thing that would not allow for much interaction. Patting down his clothes, a vest and long sleeved poet shirt (now without the addition of his much loved cravat, a decision that he had made recently to neglect in his every day wardrobe since his depression had settled in), he looked up and pushed his glasses up his nose.
"Revontulet," he said, his voice cracking a bit as he used his voice for the first time in what seemed like hours. "A true surprise it is to see you, how are you? Are you alright?" he said, pinching his brows over a forced and polite smile just to show that he had not forgotten her from the forest, and that he remembered the burning of her hair. He remembered seeing the distress in her eyes, and he looked to her now, worried and wide-eyed, "I never thought I would see the day when you would wander into my sanctuary. Do you seek a book or...?" She had called him by name. That suggested an altogether different motive.
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 6:08 pm
The frei moved a little deeper into the library and away from the door as her gaze cast about, both looking for the sigel and visually exploring the expanse of book shelves. It seemed very quiet and boring in this place, such a small amount of light and only the shifting, shuffling noises of pages turning and people moving in a way that spoke to attempts at silence. This was certainly not going to be the moonstone's new favorite hang out. Despite the feel of age and history that she enjoyed in such places as the theater, this place had a history that she could not resonate with
Revontulet turned at the sound of her name upon a familiar voice, her smile growing at the sight of the minty sigel before flickering somewhat at the corners. Eiry did not look as she remembered him in the forest when he'd first joined them as a stow-away. He looked more like the haunted thing with the blood poured over him, just without the blood.
Moving forward with a quick flick of her wings, like a dragon fly moving to the next lily pad, Ren moved to Eiry and reached out to rest the tips of her fingers upon his arm. She wanted to rest her full hand there, give him a squeeze and say something, anything, to make him smile in a way that was more than polite, but the moonstone refrained. “Eiry," she repeated, trying to keep the warmth in her voice.
Was that wrong of her? She had not suffered as he had so clearly done. He had stayed behind in the forest when Zul and herself had so unceremoniously fled. Had it been a mistake to come here? Should her tone not hold so much affection for the one that had treated her so kindly? Hopefully the wisp would not take her warmth as a snub - as a rubbing in of her own well-being opposed to his state.
“No, I came to find you. I wanted to see you." The aurora smiled at the sigel, conflicted as to whether or not she should inform him of her true intentions. “I wanted to make sure you were ok." Ren's own mission could wait. How could she ask something of him without ensuring he could assist?
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