I'll be submitting Marlona's reaction to Killa no later than tomorrow night. Been kind of waiting for things to settle down just a bit on my side as there has been more changes than just a new work schedule to get acquainted with.
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“My dearest faun, are you alarmed by my unexpected presence?”
“No… well… maybe a little.” Marlona remained uncertain. How could this welcoming voice originate from such an emotionless figure?
“That is completely understandable. Do know that I remain here to return a favor… at your request, of course. It was assistance with your vision, was it not?”
“Yes, yes it was.” Marlona’s eager voice followed along. This is what she was originally here for, let her not forget. “Anything would be helpful, anything at all.”
“Then let us continue forth.” Nyishla lifted a hand above her head and randomly plucked out a small leaf. “And do be sure to hold out an open palm.” The leaf was tossed into the air above, holding steady in suspension.
Having received the go ahead, Marlona reached out her hand and flipped an open palm, ready to catch its twirling descent. As if by some sort of divine intervention, only the stem ever touched upon her skin. There, the leaf remained standing tall. “Nyishla? What am I supposed to do with the leaf now?”
“Bring forth those memories you wish to understand and I will do the rest.”
“Ok then. All I have to do is think about them… simple enough.” Once again, as was becoming routine, Marlona shut her eyes and let these specific images run wild within her mind.
“Please do open your eyes this time. You wouldn’t wish to miss out on what is important to be seen. Just keep your eyes on the leaf while imagining.” A point of a single finger, directed towards Marlona’s palm set forth peculiar changes.
Starting from the tip, the leaf began to dry and shrivel while its color began to blacken. As if set alight by fire, the charring leaf quickly turned into a warm pile of ash. Surprised eyes remained fixed upon her palm. “Tell me, what is it that I am supposed to gather from a sight?”
“The proof that rests in your hand means that neither this temple nor I have brought forth your particular vision or are any relevance towards the images within. For if it that were the case, the leaf would have remained unaltered. In your case, the leaf in your hand knows the ways of the flame in some way. And likewise, water would have caused the leaf to wilt... the wind would have simply blown it away.”
“If what you have said is true, then what may have caused such a vision, and who may this individual be? We’ve only ruled out the temple and you, Nyishla.” Marlona’s words grew desperate for answers.
“Even though I am unable to provide any such details, I am familiar with the ways of the all consuming flame... for it has continuously deceived our own kind time and time again. That is why I can feel its mischievous presence grow one in number, beyond my chamber door.”
“Wait, you don’t think they left yet?” Marlona let go of the ash and gripped her staff tighter with both hands.
“It seems as though they wish to remain near. The bearer remains a mystery even still, though doesn’t it make one wonder as to who holds this flame. And was it not the power of the flame that consumed the very leaf you once held onto. A possible clue, perhaps?” There were those all too convincing words again, encouraging in every way.
Marlona turned around and studied the closed chamber door. “Does that mean this individual I know nothing about or have ever seen may actually lead me in the right direction?” Marlona shook her head in disbelief. Why did all of this suddenly sound so fishy? The unlikely notion of this being any more than a trap lingered in the back of her mind.
“Anything remains a possibility in this world of ours.” Nyishla’s words spoke of experience as she stood by in wait.
“Here goes nothing, I suppose.” Whispered words attempted to reassure while her steps carried reluctantly along. Not until she was several feet away from the entryway did the undesired occur. Compliments by a certain somebody, the door sprung open, revealing a darkened hall, occupied by a lone female holding a single lit torch in hand. “Nyishla, I wasn’t ready yet.” Marlona mumbled her words. Something in the back of her mind wanted to believe that Nyishla actually had an unsuspecting sense of humor.
Regaining focus, Marlona looked upon the gowned young woman. “Um… hi there?” Her words inadvertently questioned. “Didn’t know anyone else took to this temple.” Marlona could only follow up with a smile, having been set up into an awkward situation, compliments of Nyishla.
“No… well… maybe a little.” Marlona remained uncertain. How could this welcoming voice originate from such an emotionless figure?
“That is completely understandable. Do know that I remain here to return a favor… at your request, of course. It was assistance with your vision, was it not?”
“Yes, yes it was.” Marlona’s eager voice followed along. This is what she was originally here for, let her not forget. “Anything would be helpful, anything at all.”
“Then let us continue forth.” Nyishla lifted a hand above her head and randomly plucked out a small leaf. “And do be sure to hold out an open palm.” The leaf was tossed into the air above, holding steady in suspension.
Having received the go ahead, Marlona reached out her hand and flipped an open palm, ready to catch its twirling descent. As if by some sort of divine intervention, only the stem ever touched upon her skin. There, the leaf remained standing tall. “Nyishla? What am I supposed to do with the leaf now?”
“Bring forth those memories you wish to understand and I will do the rest.”
“Ok then. All I have to do is think about them… simple enough.” Once again, as was becoming routine, Marlona shut her eyes and let these specific images run wild within her mind.
“Please do open your eyes this time. You wouldn’t wish to miss out on what is important to be seen. Just keep your eyes on the leaf while imagining.” A point of a single finger, directed towards Marlona’s palm set forth peculiar changes.
Starting from the tip, the leaf began to dry and shrivel while its color began to blacken. As if set alight by fire, the charring leaf quickly turned into a warm pile of ash. Surprised eyes remained fixed upon her palm. “Tell me, what is it that I am supposed to gather from a sight?”
“The proof that rests in your hand means that neither this temple nor I have brought forth your particular vision or are any relevance towards the images within. For if it that were the case, the leaf would have remained unaltered. In your case, the leaf in your hand knows the ways of the flame in some way. And likewise, water would have caused the leaf to wilt... the wind would have simply blown it away.”
“If what you have said is true, then what may have caused such a vision, and who may this individual be? We’ve only ruled out the temple and you, Nyishla.” Marlona’s words grew desperate for answers.
“Even though I am unable to provide any such details, I am familiar with the ways of the all consuming flame... for it has continuously deceived our own kind time and time again. That is why I can feel its mischievous presence grow one in number, beyond my chamber door.”
“Wait, you don’t think they left yet?” Marlona let go of the ash and gripped her staff tighter with both hands.
“It seems as though they wish to remain near. The bearer remains a mystery even still, though doesn’t it make one wonder as to who holds this flame. And was it not the power of the flame that consumed the very leaf you once held onto. A possible clue, perhaps?” There were those all too convincing words again, encouraging in every way.
Marlona turned around and studied the closed chamber door. “Does that mean this individual I know nothing about or have ever seen may actually lead me in the right direction?” Marlona shook her head in disbelief. Why did all of this suddenly sound so fishy? The unlikely notion of this being any more than a trap lingered in the back of her mind.
“Anything remains a possibility in this world of ours.” Nyishla’s words spoke of experience as she stood by in wait.
“Here goes nothing, I suppose.” Whispered words attempted to reassure while her steps carried reluctantly along. Not until she was several feet away from the entryway did the undesired occur. Compliments by a certain somebody, the door sprung open, revealing a darkened hall, occupied by a lone female holding a single lit torch in hand. “Nyishla, I wasn’t ready yet.” Marlona mumbled her words. Something in the back of her mind wanted to believe that Nyishla actually had an unsuspecting sense of humor.
Regaining focus, Marlona looked upon the gowned young woman. “Um… hi there?” Her words inadvertently questioned. “Didn’t know anyone else took to this temple.” Marlona could only follow up with a smile, having been set up into an awkward situation, compliments of Nyishla.
Post will be up shortly.
Status update: Will have a post up on the weekend.
These past few days I've been attempting to adjust myself to a new, and less consistent work schedule, which will remain for the foreseeable future.
These past few days I've been attempting to adjust myself to a new, and less consistent work schedule, which will remain for the foreseeable future.
No worries. However long the wait, I don't mind.
Now that post of mine took a bit longer than expected. Stalled out on this post twice. Oh, here is an image of Nyishla I was going to refer to.
Before I fail to mention, Killa can enter at her own discretion. Marlona is still taking in the transformation.
Before I fail to mention, Killa can enter at her own discretion. Marlona is still taking in the transformation.
“My, my, it seems we have another just outside my chamber door.” Playful words of curiosity rose above a once superior silence.
Marlona glanced behind her shoulder in response. Was this the real reason behind interrupted words? There was no knocking at the door she could recall from her own two ears. But then again, immersive conversation always proved far more of a distraction to the unsuspecting senses. Willing to look beyond her lack of awareness, she turned her eyes forward and spoke aloud in hopes of learning more. “So, it was you who opened the door for me. Does that mean you will let them in as well?” Part of her wasn’t sure letting this individual in was the best of ideas.
“Then do you wish for me to seal the door, my dearest Faun? That is all I can offer, for in my present state, I can determine no intent or relation beyond such a physical barrier.” Suggestive words offered little assurance.
“No, I don’t think we have to resort to anything like that. I don’t want to deny another of an opportunity if the need arises.” Her words were far from confident. Not while her mind pondered the unconfirmed possibilities of uncertain consequences.
“Then there is no need to worry. I leave the decision entirely up to you… as well as the decision to summon my proper form. A Faun like you must be eager to know what resides behind the voice. Unless you wish for conversation alone, there is nothing else I can offer in a fragmented form such as this one.” Urging words beckoned a growing temptation.
Only a tapping of a single finger upon her staff accompanied a contemplative gaze forward. “If that is what must be done to see to my request, I will try my best to bring your form back into focus.”
“Please pay no heed to inexperience my dear, for only that of a single heartfelt prayer is all that is necessary. I am simply a spirit without direction… nothing more. Your voice will become my beacon for which I will follow.”
“If that is all, I will respectfully choose to become your beacon.” Marlona grabbed hold of her staff with both hands and closed her eyes. Once more, she offered up a prayer, in hopes of successfully reaching out to Nyishla. If that was all, then she would do her absolute best to perform a complete summons.
The delicate haze that lingered throughout the chamber began to lift ever higher, rising towards the ceiling above, thickening into a fog of a much deeper shade. Stillness remained for only a moment until all motion shifted from the vertical to the horizontal. A swirling motion soon followed, spiraling in a quickening counter clockwise direction. With all knowing eyes closed, only the circling wind that followed along was of any indication of the impending transformation.
The energetic flames that resided near each and every pedestal flickered and swayed to and fro as they stretched to reach the vortex above. Not until the last spark of green was drawn from these wild flames did the leaves start to quickly appear all throughout, seeking to take shape at last. Desiring to descend upon solid ground, a funneling whirlwind touched upon the surface of the central platform below, feverishly dancing in place. With the tempo slowing, a respectable figure began to appear between the naturally glowing firelight, all but ready to continue forth.
“Thank you, my dearest Faun. I have found you and along the way, found myself for the time being. Do please open your eyes.” Nyishla spoke with great relief.
Marlona relaxed her posture and gently opened her eyes, one at a time, not wanting to be left in the dark for too long. There were no words to follow, just several sideways glances and a few unbelieving blinks upon first impression. From head to toe, Nyishla's feminine figure was wrapped wildly in leaves and vines of varying coverage. If not for those darkened, soulless eyes, and those intimidating beast-like extremities, then there would have been little doubt as to Nyishla’s true motivations in being entirely summoned. Of course, it would have been a lie if Marlona didn’t feel a little nervous right about now. Even so, she stood her ground, albeit rather quietly, holding no desire to back down and run away.
Marlona glanced behind her shoulder in response. Was this the real reason behind interrupted words? There was no knocking at the door she could recall from her own two ears. But then again, immersive conversation always proved far more of a distraction to the unsuspecting senses. Willing to look beyond her lack of awareness, she turned her eyes forward and spoke aloud in hopes of learning more. “So, it was you who opened the door for me. Does that mean you will let them in as well?” Part of her wasn’t sure letting this individual in was the best of ideas.
“Then do you wish for me to seal the door, my dearest Faun? That is all I can offer, for in my present state, I can determine no intent or relation beyond such a physical barrier.” Suggestive words offered little assurance.
“No, I don’t think we have to resort to anything like that. I don’t want to deny another of an opportunity if the need arises.” Her words were far from confident. Not while her mind pondered the unconfirmed possibilities of uncertain consequences.
“Then there is no need to worry. I leave the decision entirely up to you… as well as the decision to summon my proper form. A Faun like you must be eager to know what resides behind the voice. Unless you wish for conversation alone, there is nothing else I can offer in a fragmented form such as this one.” Urging words beckoned a growing temptation.
Only a tapping of a single finger upon her staff accompanied a contemplative gaze forward. “If that is what must be done to see to my request, I will try my best to bring your form back into focus.”
“Please pay no heed to inexperience my dear, for only that of a single heartfelt prayer is all that is necessary. I am simply a spirit without direction… nothing more. Your voice will become my beacon for which I will follow.”
“If that is all, I will respectfully choose to become your beacon.” Marlona grabbed hold of her staff with both hands and closed her eyes. Once more, she offered up a prayer, in hopes of successfully reaching out to Nyishla. If that was all, then she would do her absolute best to perform a complete summons.
The delicate haze that lingered throughout the chamber began to lift ever higher, rising towards the ceiling above, thickening into a fog of a much deeper shade. Stillness remained for only a moment until all motion shifted from the vertical to the horizontal. A swirling motion soon followed, spiraling in a quickening counter clockwise direction. With all knowing eyes closed, only the circling wind that followed along was of any indication of the impending transformation.
The energetic flames that resided near each and every pedestal flickered and swayed to and fro as they stretched to reach the vortex above. Not until the last spark of green was drawn from these wild flames did the leaves start to quickly appear all throughout, seeking to take shape at last. Desiring to descend upon solid ground, a funneling whirlwind touched upon the surface of the central platform below, feverishly dancing in place. With the tempo slowing, a respectable figure began to appear between the naturally glowing firelight, all but ready to continue forth.
“Thank you, my dearest Faun. I have found you and along the way, found myself for the time being. Do please open your eyes.” Nyishla spoke with great relief.
Marlona relaxed her posture and gently opened her eyes, one at a time, not wanting to be left in the dark for too long. There were no words to follow, just several sideways glances and a few unbelieving blinks upon first impression. From head to toe, Nyishla's feminine figure was wrapped wildly in leaves and vines of varying coverage. If not for those darkened, soulless eyes, and those intimidating beast-like extremities, then there would have been little doubt as to Nyishla’s true motivations in being entirely summoned. Of course, it would have been a lie if Marlona didn’t feel a little nervous right about now. Even so, she stood her ground, albeit rather quietly, holding no desire to back down and run away.
Definitely agree with you there.
Your post was nicely done and worth the wait. :)
I would blame it on the coffee being decaf, though I know you were busy. :P
I am planning for a post to be up sometime tomorrow night, after work. Right now, I have a few ideas in my mind as to what should transpire next. Just need to pick the best one, of course.
I would blame it on the coffee being decaf, though I know you were busy. :P
I am planning for a post to be up sometime tomorrow night, after work. Right now, I have a few ideas in my mind as to what should transpire next. Just need to pick the best one, of course.
Ok, got a bit up for tonight. Was able to get this post done with more ease. I also left it open once more in case Killa wishes see what is going on inside. If not just yet, I will continue along with just Marlona and Nyishla.
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