Post by shaecayrn on Sept 20, 2017 2:42:00 GMT
Shock filtered through. Initially she had assumed that magic had caused his clothing to fly up, perhaps air was his element, and he was trying to lift himself. But that theory proved wrong as she finally saw just what it was. Paper thin, gossamer wings, fragile and translucent, had lifted and fluttered briefly, as if trying to fly. Yet he didn't take off, remaining stuck within the sinkhole. Slowly, the earth would swallow him, even as he remained still. Frowning, her head tilted as she studied the wings... and moments later she realized that he was missing half of his wings. He was flightless because he couldn't lift himself off the ground with only one set. Pity flooded her. He wasn't an elf. He was a fae. And a crippled one, at that. Irritation fled in the wake of pity's arrival, and she fought herself for a moment. Now it was even worse. He hadn't truly been much of a threat to her in the first place. Without flight or the variety of magic of the elves, he was not much of a fight. A mischief maker, and annoyance, but he had not threatened her at all.
Shimmer cursed silently. Did she still wish him dead? Not really. But she had condemned him to it nonetheless. A few moments later, his voice drifted through the woods, as if he knew that she was still nearby. It did not plead, or beg. It was a demand, a quiet one, almost a request. A bargain offered. He would leave if she would allow him to. Now it was all on her. She should have truly left rather than wait and watch him.
Shadows still concealing her, for now, she stepped forward, slightly closer, and then dropped the pretense. The shadows revealed her among them, until they clung only to her boots once more, and Shimmer stepped forward. A sweeping gesture pulled the sinkhole away from him, accompanied by her muttering, and she held it from taking him for a moment before growling. "Come out then, before I change my mind." As he stepped out, she muttered again, and formed something into her hand once more. Once revealed, in her palm lay a set of kelpie teeth, sharp and pointed. Her eyes shied away as she offered them to him. "Comfort the boy as you will, Djinn, but a severed head is hardly something to show a child. I should know." For a brief moment, her voice had quieted, gentled, and then the hard mask slipped over her features once more.
"This path will lead you out. Just don't follow the will-o-wisps that will try to lead you astray." The advice was curt, and to the point, and then she stood watching him for the moment.
Shimmer cursed silently. Did she still wish him dead? Not really. But she had condemned him to it nonetheless. A few moments later, his voice drifted through the woods, as if he knew that she was still nearby. It did not plead, or beg. It was a demand, a quiet one, almost a request. A bargain offered. He would leave if she would allow him to. Now it was all on her. She should have truly left rather than wait and watch him.
Shadows still concealing her, for now, she stepped forward, slightly closer, and then dropped the pretense. The shadows revealed her among them, until they clung only to her boots once more, and Shimmer stepped forward. A sweeping gesture pulled the sinkhole away from him, accompanied by her muttering, and she held it from taking him for a moment before growling. "Come out then, before I change my mind." As he stepped out, she muttered again, and formed something into her hand once more. Once revealed, in her palm lay a set of kelpie teeth, sharp and pointed. Her eyes shied away as she offered them to him. "Comfort the boy as you will, Djinn, but a severed head is hardly something to show a child. I should know." For a brief moment, her voice had quieted, gentled, and then the hard mask slipped over her features once more.
"This path will lead you out. Just don't follow the will-o-wisps that will try to lead you astray." The advice was curt, and to the point, and then she stood watching him for the moment.
