Eden is in Texas. Eden has been watching Isaac trying to paint a pretty, prophetic picture relating to a cheerleader. Eden has been watching him fail
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One thing of notable interest was a rather pretty woman standing barefoot in the grass near the tree line. She had long dark hair and was wearing a long gown of dark silk. A silvery blade hummed in the air as she performed move after move of precision forms--the sword curved much like a katana. Her expression was deadly serious but after a moment, she stopped to take a breath.
A sphere of fire hovered over her right shoulder and a faint golden nimbus burned in the air around her.
Eden stops upon noticing the woman - to take her in, to assess the situation - then continues walking, angling her direction slightly so that she's walking towards the woman.
She doesn't call out. Doesn't interrupt. Just watches, gaze going often to the sphere of fire, feeling a faint tingle in the base of her spine.
Eden can learn to love Milliways again when it has elements of a fantasy novel.
Lyrae glanced over to her, tilted her head to one side to study Eden, and then spoke--her voice pleasant, but with a thick, harsh accent that might sound rather like Russian.
"Greetings, Child."
Why, yes, Eden, a woman who looks to be in her early 20's called you Child.
Eden's eyebrows raise slightly - curious but amused.
Eden, who also looks to be in her early twenties, smiles back. "Ah, greetings. Sorry to interrupt, but I couldn't help noticing you out here. Those were some amazing moves."
Lyrae shrugged casually--her voice was cool and calm as she noted. The sphere of fire floated, seemingly of its own volition, between Lyrae and Eden but floated over their heads to cast light on them both.
"There is nothing amazing about the results of practice."
"A sport?" Eden shuffles through her mental catalogue of forms of fighting. "Sort of like fencing." Eden edits out any hint of 'I guess', though she has no idea if she's right or not.
"A Healer," she murmurs in reply. "Through magic?" A glance again at the floating fire.
Inwardly, Lyrae always bristled at channeling being called 'magic' but so prevalent was it here that she simply suppressed the urge to correct. Thus, she simply nodded in affirmation.
Eden smiles at the lack of reaction. Self-deprecatingly: "Which is like someone coming up to me saying 'wow, you're an evolved monkey - congratulations!'"
Or, 'wow, you can control people with your voice', in Eden's case. She stopped considering that cool or even all that interesting a long time ago.
Eden doesn't look disappointed at the lack of laugh, though she feels it. But, she reminds herself, you can't win 'em all.
"I'm Eden McCain." Despite - or because of - everything her fantasy-book-geek mind is telling her about what Lyrae's culture could be like, she holds out her hand to shake.
A sphere of fire hovered over her right shoulder and a faint golden nimbus burned in the air around her.
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She doesn't call out. Doesn't interrupt. Just watches, gaze going often to the sphere of fire, feeling a faint tingle in the base of her spine.
Eden can learn to love Milliways again when it has elements of a fantasy novel.
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"Greetings, Child."
Why, yes, Eden, a woman who looks to be in her early 20's called you Child.
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Eden, who also looks to be in her early twenties, smiles back. "Ah, greetings. Sorry to interrupt, but I couldn't help noticing you out here. Those were some amazing moves."
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"There is nothing amazing about the results of practice."
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"Not much of a fighter, myself."
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"Swords is a sport, for fitness not combat, especially in my case as I am a Healer by trade."
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"A Healer," she murmurs in reply. "Through magic?" A glance again at the floating fire.
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"Yes."
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"Healing and you can make that," a nod to the flames. "That's impressive."
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"I suppose."
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Or, 'wow, you can control people with your voice', in Eden's case. She stopped considering that cool or even all that interesting a long time ago.
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"Very similar, I should think."
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"I'm Eden McCain." Despite - or because of - everything her fantasy-book-geek mind is telling her about what Lyrae's culture could be like, she holds out her hand to shake.
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"I am Lyrae Addam."
She seemed oblivious of the difficulty involved in pronouncing her name. Pausing, she then nodded.
"A pleasure Lady Eden."
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The humour, such as it is, comes almost automatically. It gives Eden room to think.
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