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 Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 5:05 pm
This is a private RP between:
Prajna & Namini, and Virgil & Milton
Where: North of Durem, near Milton's residence
When: Around midnight-1am, during the time of the lunar eclipse
Weather: Cold with clear skies, just finished snowing a little
Status: in progress
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 5:17 pm
"Prajna, you're going to have to slow down. I- ouch! I have legs you know" Namini whimpered as she found herself tripping again over yet another thick tree root, that, just like the others, seemed to have just slithered out of the shadows and into her path. The crimson haired Frei turned to make sure its guardian was alright and, once having confirmed her safety, continued along its way, impatient. Tonight was the night, the night the television had been talking so anxiously about for the last week. Prajna pushed past another bush, uncaring if Namini's long skirt got caught in this one as well. It had a mission tonight and it would be damned if it was going to let her slow it down. Namini let out another small shriek as she slipped on a small iced over puddle and into a bush. The large picnic basket she had been carrying landed, surprisingly unharmed, on the ground beside her. The young brunette let out a sore mumble as she pulled herself up and tried to hike her long skirt up again, to little success.
"PRAJNA. Please, I can't do this by myself" the teen mother scolded as she kicked a nearby tree. The combination of the cold, the darkness, the girl's sore legs and scratched hands was making her terribly whiny. It was so unlike her that Prajna was finding her incredibly intolerable tonight. She sounded like a child. The Inverted Flame finally turned around and lifted their picnic basket off the ground, frowning. If this would get her to shut up and keep up with the pace...
Namini smiled as she pulled some twigs out of her long chocolate curls. In the moonlight, it did seem, if only for a moment, that the two were genuinely related; their eyes twinkled in unison, like cerulean stars of some sort. Prajna continued to lead and Namini found herself, free from the basket, able to keep a much more tolerable pace. Her skirt still continued to catch in some bushes but it wasn't too bad. Pulling her jacket a little tighter closed, Namini suddenly stopped and glanced around the forest before it extended into a meadow. She had an eerie feeling they weren't alone.
"Prajna.. Stop. Stop for a second. I think...we might not be the only ones out here. Prajna, STOP" the girl hissed before pulling the Star back to the edge of the forest. Prajna let out a surprised growl, almost turning and hitting its delicate guardian in the face with her basket but stopped itself upon taking in her words. ...Not alone?? Prajna tossed the basket back to Namini and gazed out into the meadow, concentrating.
Something did seem...familiar out there. Was there another Raevan?
Prajna glanced up at the full moon and then back at the glistening but hauntingly quiet meadow. It extended its wings and continued to examine anything that moved. Maybe it was Lucia or Delia back for revenge...Prajna..was ready.
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 10:19 pm
Days before this night had come, there had been an ache in his bones. It was like an itch he couldn't scratch and trying to ignore it left him more listless than usual during Milton's lessons. The wizard had all about stormed out of the room the third time Virgil laid his ears back and shamefully asked him to repeat himself. No doubt the redhead assumed he was being played for a fool by one of the Raevan's practical jokes, but really, Virgil didn't know what was happening to him. After Milton had simmered down, brewed his tea, and had a smoke from his long-stemmed pipe, Virgil had talked to him about it. Having knowledge of these things, Milton mused that there was, indeed, a lunar eclipse set for the week. It had been nothing but praise up until then. Virgil loved the times that he intrigued the man because it always meant his mood soared higher. Even if his gaze felt more like a dissection at times, Virgil couldn't find himself minding so much. Milton's happiness, rare as it was, was infectious to his Raevan.
The night of the eclipse, they were all on Milton's roof. Byron sat with Adam, the golem, on his knee, bouncing the child on his knee and asking him questions about the new and strange company he kept within the breath of the blue flames he collected. It was no mean feat, for Adam was solid clay and shale, far more heavy in his youth than any of the young men who attended him. Milton was fiddling with an implement that he himself had constructed specifically for the event. According to him, it was a cross between a telescope and a photograph, which he planned to hang later in his personal study. Virgil generally asked questions and made a nuisance of himself, floating this way and that with an excitement hardly contained. Closer to the actual event, he couldn't quite take it any more.
He flitted right off the roof of the two-story house, spreading white-feathered wings that left a trail of pale dust in his wake.
Cries from above did not reach his sensitive ears in a way that would make any difference. Into the meadow he floated, the grass high enough in some places to cover him completely. The feeling of the wind whipping past him as he streaked through the foliage was an exhilarating one, something he wished to keep for as long as possible, just to see how far he could go. Eventually, though, he grew tired and had to slow down. It was cold- nearly freezing, in fact, but aside from the numbness in his ears, he was alright. He had been given a winter coat for the season, and because Milton fancied himself as a tailor when the time called for it, there was a place for his wings to jut through while the rest of him hung suspended, wrapped in soft gray fabric. Ears pressed flat against his slick hair, Virgil turned his collar up against the elements and looked around. He was not quite a mile from his home now, near the woods that bordered Durem Caves North and the next area. In the light of the full moon, he could easily see for miles and miles, as well as the outline of the snow-capped mountains their home was so known for. It would be smart for him if he were to go back now, but Virgil was feeling daring tonight, or, really, he was feeling rather reckless.
The trees were stiff and dusty with ice from the recent snow. Virgil brushed his fingers across them as he passed, collecting frost on the dark appendages like icing. Everything looked so fresh and clean, but he could smell the decay underlying it all. It was curious and earthy, something simultaneously comforting and sad. He really should head back now. Passing through the woods, he was like a lamplight, a soft white glow emanating from his wings which stretched out the stiffness of the chill every now and then. A shout in the distance stopped him dead, wings folding tight to his back while he tilted his head to listen. Curiously, he floated closer, and in the dark it was certain he would be mostly disregarded in lieu of the commotion ahead. Pressing himself to a tree, he watched bushes rustle in the distance and the shape of a human come crashing through the underbrush. Virgil watched, idly licking the snow off his fingers, as she (he assumed it was a woman by her height) caught a red, red Raevan and impressed a scolding tone upon her companion. Just what were they doing out this way? Virgil had never seen anyone (much less another Raevan) around these parts. How exciting!
Instinct told him to go quietly, folding his wings tight against his back as he moved forward and closer to the meadow and to the pair. The other Raevan was putting on a defensive stance, so he decided to approach the human instead. It was far too good of a chance to give someone a little scare.
"Are you lost?" He inquired, almost growled, voice rasped and dry from the cold. With it dark like this, the most prominent feature was going to be his glowing, narrow, yellow eyes. Thinking little of it, he also plucked free some splinters from the young woman's clothes.
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