Shifting Winds
We've come yet again to one of these towns. The humming of the wheels buzzing my ears making my incantations annoying to concentrate on. Damn these metal beast of thunder. I look upon my sister and shake my head. She knows I'm grumpy. My face shows it all. She just laughs and kicks it into higher gear tearing down the paved road into the city with the lights of life. Thank god I'm wearing this deplorable mask, though I can't wait to get it off.
Behind us another light bounces. No need to glance our rear is safe. As long as that light is there.
I pull up my air visorshield within the floating tub in which travel (barely that seems accurate of a term). The cities paper whips and buzzes but with a simple spell I keep it steady. Many things in this hazy place, but again something has caught my eye. The musicians. I seldom listen to music for entertainment but I've heard of them before. Where and how? Unknowingly my ears and mind works to remember them. Their faces seem deep. I can't catch its meaning so after another glance I move on. (My sister is laughing about something stated over her helmet transmission, who knows).
Back to the faces. These people need me, I can feel it. I can't imagine how. None appear to be wearing any symbols I'd be too interested in. Yet their faces. Knowing faces.
*Ponders the headlines
No indeed, they cannot be just your average group. And if they are maybe I can make them better. Shootings at a show? Do these people not know how to do security? That's our edge, security professionals. I'll run it by the others and see what they think. They'll just ask me ask me anyway. *Glances at the obituries, hmm none of them died.
Still their faces. Yes I can make them famous. And with all the pity richness that comes from that they can have. With that pitiness comes the power. And with that power comes knowledge. And that I like.
- ShadowWeaver UNIV4
Behind us another light bounces. No need to glance our rear is safe. As long as that light is there.
I pull up my air visorshield within the floating tub in which travel (barely that seems accurate of a term). The cities paper whips and buzzes but with a simple spell I keep it steady. Many things in this hazy place, but again something has caught my eye. The musicians. I seldom listen to music for entertainment but I've heard of them before. Where and how? Unknowingly my ears and mind works to remember them. Their faces seem deep. I can't catch its meaning so after another glance I move on. (My sister is laughing about something stated over her helmet transmission, who knows).
Back to the faces. These people need me, I can feel it. I can't imagine how. None appear to be wearing any symbols I'd be too interested in. Yet their faces. Knowing faces.
*Ponders the headlines
No indeed, they cannot be just your average group. And if they are maybe I can make them better. Shootings at a show? Do these people not know how to do security? That's our edge, security professionals. I'll run it by the others and see what they think. They'll just ask me ask me anyway. *Glances at the obituries, hmm none of them died.
Still their faces. Yes I can make them famous. And with all the pity richness that comes from that they can have. With that pitiness comes the power. And with that power comes knowledge. And that I like.
- ShadowWeaver UNIV4