AND BACK! To Niflheim. [Completed]
Character(s): Tris
Content: ...Tris heads to Niflheim to meet a stranger from the EENTARWEBS. She shows up early and meditates.
Setting: To Niflheim! ...Then... there. And outside of it.
Time: Tuesday afternoon, then after Monkey-leaves! Yay Simba for DISTRACTING TRIS.
Warnings: None yet.
Tris really spent too much time on her journal...thing. Then again, she was desperate for her siblings, desperate to find them. They had understood her better than anyone, hadn't acted personally offended by her when she had different, flashier abilities than them. She pinned her mass of braids up, excited. Even the chance that someone could help her set her pulse quick.
The weather-witch sighed, looking around the street. It had taken far too long for her to arrive, and she was not going to walk the whole way. It was time and past she put her skills to use. Running her fingers through masses of red braids like one would rifle through a file cabinent for a particular file, Tris found one of her wind braids and undid it. The moment she did, the wind she'd kept in the braid swirled around her.
Not yet, she told the wind silently. She reached out with her magic, setting the wind to spinning, flattening it with her will into a disc. Lo and behold, easy transport. It was a trick she'd thought of in Thairos, when she'd been faced with an ungodly flight of stairs in that hot country. It was useful, and a lot speedier than walking the distance.
And why didn't I think of this before? she made a face. Really. With that in mind, she set on her way to meet with this... person who had contacted her on the message board.
The thought of having someone out there, helping her, made Tris happy. All she needed was one of them, any of them, to show up, and she would positivley explode with glee.
But that was neither here nor there. The weather-witch was perched on her spinning disc of wind, moving faster than she could run, but not by much, and she could keep this pace up. The grey-eyed mage left early- better to be early on this than late. Plus, what kind of pressing issues did she have here? Not many. The red-haired teenager could always use her extra time to meditate, if need be. She was always working on control, and like her hair in its normal state, it tended to be flyaway.
Tris kept her distractions to a minimum, ignoring odd looks as she moved in a beeline for Niflheim. It would be embarassing- and probably painful- to get tossed off of her transportation because she'd been excited. Really.
Even at her moderatley slow pace, she made good time to the Niflheim gate. It wasn't too horribly late, and she had time to meditate. She made her way out, ignoring the blondes as she made her way out. Sandry wasn't among them.
The red-haired mage was amused by the rain, perched on her wind-platform still. She smiled, a bit lopsided but nonetheless amused, and closed her eyes, standing and then stepping off of the wind. The winds sprang to a moderatley normal pattern, no longer flattened by magic or Tris's will. The mage laughed as the winds played around her like a playful kitten, tugging at braids and clothing. Alright, alright. She pondered letting the wind go free, then decided against it. Gods knew when she had a chance to get another in that domed city. Pulling a ribbon out of her dress- gods, Sandry was so clever when it came to making clothes- she ordered the winds back into her hair. As they'd been with her since Emelan, they obeyed. Tris re-braided that bit of hair, then tied it off with a spelled ribbon. Looking skyward at the light rain, she considered, then redirected it away from her. She could get soaked by it, meditating for an undetermined amount of time. Making a face, she undid the beribboned braid again.
I can trust you to stay and act as a barrier for me against this rain, right? Tris asked the winds. She almost laughed at the response she felt, winds swirling around her, like a bubble, protecting her from the rainfall. Thank you. That done, she settled down into a familiar tailor's seat, spreading her skirts out as she pulled her legs in under them and folded them. Her eyes closed as she set to meditating, drawing her power inward.
She would probably stay like that to nightfall and past, if she could. She had a lot of making-up to do for the ship ride, if the tangled state of her power was any indication.
Tris was really disgusted by how messy her magic had gotten since she'd left Thairos.
[Edit, OOC: It's not letting me get rid of the Ansem tag... *whine*]
Content: ...Tris heads to Niflheim to meet a stranger from the EENTARWEBS. She shows up early and meditates.
Setting: To Niflheim! ...Then... there. And outside of it.
Time: Tuesday afternoon, then after Monkey-leaves! Yay Simba for DISTRACTING TRIS.
Warnings: None yet.
Tris really spent too much time on her journal...thing. Then again, she was desperate for her siblings, desperate to find them. They had understood her better than anyone, hadn't acted personally offended by her when she had different, flashier abilities than them. She pinned her mass of braids up, excited. Even the chance that someone could help her set her pulse quick.
The weather-witch sighed, looking around the street. It had taken far too long for her to arrive, and she was not going to walk the whole way. It was time and past she put her skills to use. Running her fingers through masses of red braids like one would rifle through a file cabinent for a particular file, Tris found one of her wind braids and undid it. The moment she did, the wind she'd kept in the braid swirled around her.
Not yet, she told the wind silently. She reached out with her magic, setting the wind to spinning, flattening it with her will into a disc. Lo and behold, easy transport. It was a trick she'd thought of in Thairos, when she'd been faced with an ungodly flight of stairs in that hot country. It was useful, and a lot speedier than walking the distance.
And why didn't I think of this before? she made a face. Really. With that in mind, she set on her way to meet with this... person who had contacted her on the message board.
The thought of having someone out there, helping her, made Tris happy. All she needed was one of them, any of them, to show up, and she would positivley explode with glee.
But that was neither here nor there. The weather-witch was perched on her spinning disc of wind, moving faster than she could run, but not by much, and she could keep this pace up. The grey-eyed mage left early- better to be early on this than late. Plus, what kind of pressing issues did she have here? Not many. The red-haired teenager could always use her extra time to meditate, if need be. She was always working on control, and like her hair in its normal state, it tended to be flyaway.
Tris kept her distractions to a minimum, ignoring odd looks as she moved in a beeline for Niflheim. It would be embarassing- and probably painful- to get tossed off of her transportation because she'd been excited. Really.
Even at her moderatley slow pace, she made good time to the Niflheim gate. It wasn't too horribly late, and she had time to meditate. She made her way out, ignoring the blondes as she made her way out. Sandry wasn't among them.
The red-haired mage was amused by the rain, perched on her wind-platform still. She smiled, a bit lopsided but nonetheless amused, and closed her eyes, standing and then stepping off of the wind. The winds sprang to a moderatley normal pattern, no longer flattened by magic or Tris's will. The mage laughed as the winds played around her like a playful kitten, tugging at braids and clothing. Alright, alright. She pondered letting the wind go free, then decided against it. Gods knew when she had a chance to get another in that domed city. Pulling a ribbon out of her dress- gods, Sandry was so clever when it came to making clothes- she ordered the winds back into her hair. As they'd been with her since Emelan, they obeyed. Tris re-braided that bit of hair, then tied it off with a spelled ribbon. Looking skyward at the light rain, she considered, then redirected it away from her. She could get soaked by it, meditating for an undetermined amount of time. Making a face, she undid the beribboned braid again.
I can trust you to stay and act as a barrier for me against this rain, right? Tris asked the winds. She almost laughed at the response she felt, winds swirling around her, like a bubble, protecting her from the rainfall. Thank you. That done, she settled down into a familiar tailor's seat, spreading her skirts out as she pulled her legs in under them and folded them. Her eyes closed as she set to meditating, drawing her power inward.
She would probably stay like that to nightfall and past, if she could. She had a lot of making-up to do for the ship ride, if the tangled state of her power was any indication.
Tris was really disgusted by how messy her magic had gotten since she'd left Thairos.
[Edit, OOC: It's not letting me get rid of the Ansem tag... *whine*]