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She spends more time outside than in, lately, drifting along the lakeshore or through the trees, a living ghost among so many others here at the ends of worlds. At night, the dark, dry-blood red of her gown seems nearly black, and the grey gauze veil over her hair and her lower face gleams coldly in the light of moon and stars. In the day, of ( Read more... ) -
A note on power.
Perhaps I should have posted this when Blodwen first returned to the bar, but to be honest, I wasn't expecting to need all the details laid out for use in conflict immediately(Yeah. I know. Oops. Silly me, huh ( Read more... ) -
A note on appearances.
Much of Blodwen's current seeming is illusion of a sort, but it's not the standard kind of illusion that someone with powers, etc., could immediately see through or reveal by breaking a spell. However, there are some clues to her deeper nature and the source of her new power that might be observed by someone with the power/ability to break through ( Read more... ) -
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"I have come to bring you a gift," it had told her, and so it had.
It had given her power.
Perhaps the greatest of all possible gifts, come to that.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~She wears neither white nor green, not any longer. Instead, her body is shrouded in ash gray, and her face is veiled in soft grey gauze. Her shape shifts from time to ( Read more... ) -
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She had disappeared from Milliways into exile and imprisonment, but not willingly. Blodwen had fought every step of the way, struggling and swearing even as she spit both promise and curse at her tormentors.
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Come back soon, Nick had asked, and she had murmured something innocuous and left as soon as she could ( Read more... ) -
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She had told the Doctor when he brought her to Stavin Five that there were things she had never had to worry about, and it had even been true. Always before, she'd had power to draw on, the power of the Dark within her at her command to ease the path where needed, even while she was living as if she were mortal. Now that she is mortal in truth, ( Read more... ) -
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She walks silently away from them all as the last light fades from the sky.
(This one has her life and her potential. What do you have now, White Rider?)
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IC: Midsummer Rising
Midsummer ( Read more... )