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Post by darkheart on Jan 12, 2021 12:13:31 GMT -5
Looking to the large wolf, a pulse in his chest urged him to draw his blade and cross fang with sharpened edge. Narrowing his eyes, he looked down as the green shackles on his skin pulsed. The magic of this place was trying to infest the curse, baiting him unnecessarily. Taking a deep breath, he exhaled as the emerald glow dimmed. The Nevernever was a place of trickery and chaos - beautiful beyond imagine in some aspects, dangerous and consuming in others. Like a beautiful cobra constantly swaying before him, mesmerizing in its lethal elegance, promising exhilaration and meaning in the same breath as madness. Glancing at Boris, he decided he liked this wolf. Age had tempered yet not dulled him. He caught the words and understood that the wolf knew...he didn't miss much.
Following Illyana past the entrance and into the hall, he felt a little sick. The opulence and elegance reminded him a bit of the Grand Hall in Solavi - fit for a ruling class. He wondered at Illyana's childhood - he'd never known much about her origins, and never asked. She was always perfect to him in the moment and, never having judged him for his past he never felt he needed to know more than she freely shared about hers. Turning to the large painting he paused, then read the name plate. Had Illyana been married before the McCarrion? And who was this child.
"Your ancestral home is beautiful, Mi'lady. Tell me, I am not familiar of with this Devin or Annika. Do you wish to speak of them and who they were? If not, your privacy is your own to keep and I will not ask again."
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Post by Danü Rèalta on Jan 12, 2021 22:57:07 GMT -5
Boris would wait until both Illyana and Sunfire had passed through the door, he would shift back into the bearded man, dusting off his coat and boots before entering the hall proper. He'd place his hands on his hips, looking around the opulent room. Indeed it had been awhile since he had been welcomed in these halls. He was impressed with the condition they were in, considering the length of time with which they had remained empty. Magic though was a heck of a thing.
Sunfire's words would reach her ears and they'd perk underneath blonde hair. Her gaze would tear away from the painting with a small smile. She'd remain in front of the fireplace and motion up towards the portrait.
"Michail and Illyana Devin are my Grandparents. Annika, the wee red head up front, is my Mother. This be their Estate. I was named after my Grandmother, but I dinnae grow up here."
Boris would slide up to Sunfire, a wide grin playing on his face. He'd lean in and scratch his own beard, pretending he was speaking slyly though knowing the girl could hear him even over by the fireplace.
"The resemblance is close... is it not? Is easy mistake."
Yana's smile would grow. She supposed she hadn't really explained and that was her fault.
"Arcadia be a large land. Tis broken up intae four Kingdoms. We be in the Northern Kingdom of Falias. I grew up in the Eastern Kingdom of Gorias. House Devin and me Grandparents were known tae be great mages and my Mother inherited this gift. The Grandparents really wanted their gifts tae pass on but instead they got me when Mother married me Da', Liam Griffinsbane. He filled my head with foolishness nae befitting a Lady."
She'd giggle then, seemingly reliving a memory she found amusing under her gaze landed on Boris. His gaze held a certain nostalgia to it. He had been a friend of House Devin and had only really interacted with her Father when they travelled North to visit. She feared that hesitant and sad gaze of the old wolf had only more bad news for her. News that she likely... as her actual self with all memories... should know. She cleared her throat, the smile fading once more.
"It would be nice tae see the highlands again. But if nae tae be then I am happy. I dinnae spend nearly as much time as I should have here it seems."
Boris would catch her gaze and look away. He'd play it off by reaching high into the air in a stretch, finally reaching down to pat his own stomach with an echoing slap.
"You hear that malen'kiy kot? Boris has not eaten in days. Am betting magic kitchen has Pirozhki waiting for me, hm? Will bring back, yes?"
And with that he'd wander off, his foot steps echoing through the large and empty castle as he made his way to the kitchen. A place he seemed to know well.
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Post by darkheart on Jan 13, 2021 9:15:30 GMT -5
Sunny would nod to Boris quietly, musing to himself.
"The difference is in the eyes, is it not? But one's visage changes when not in this Realm...same name, similar face...completely different person. One empathizes."
Turning quietly to Illyana, his lips curled in a slight smile as he considered her mother. Everyone came from somewhere. His Aunt had never spoken of her family to him, and somehow there was a spark of contentment in his soul at the thought that this Annika existed. Nodding quietly, he chuckled - bypassing the question of if this truly was the avatar's family or if it was just a transferred memory, to her this was her origin. Listening to the explanation of the geography, he clicked his tongue. He knew she was from Gorias...his normally sharp memory was being clouded by this place and the lack of sun. He should have remembered that and he chided himself for not. His smile returned as she spoke of her father.
"Had a touch of deviance in him, this Liam? Sounds like someone I could very much appreciate. Mindless obedience of preformed ideas limits potential...and it would appear his tutelage served you well, Illyana."
He noted the interaction between Boris and Illyana with no expression, not belying his recognition or curiosity at all. There was a story there, and he remarked to himself that Boris had also mentioned something about being cut off. As the old man went under the pretense of food, he looked to Illyana quietly.
"You mentioned the North and East territories. What of the South and West?"
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Post by Danü Rèalta on Jan 13, 2021 19:51:55 GMT -5
Boris would just grunt at Sunfire's response before he left, leaving any indication he understood the meaning behind the companion's statement unsaid.
"Aye. Me Da' be a great man."
A long ear would flick from underneath that long blonde hair. A small smile played upon her lips as she lowered her gaze to the ground as Boris passed behind her. Her gaze and chin would raise lightly, quietly watching Boris after he passed her by and turned the corner. Illyana's grin would only widen, her eyes sparking with more blue than grey and her fingers seemed to be counting down.
Not far away would come the sounds of water splashing, a wooden bucket falling, rubber soled boots sqeaking against a wet stone floor, and an angry Russian man screaming.
"U chernoy dveri ... Illiana! Klyanus', ya proglochu tebya tselikom, ditya! Nikto tebya ne budet iskat'!"
She couldn't help herself. Illyana would nearly double over with laughter, so surprised that, even after all the time that has seemingly passed, Boris still fell for that trick. She'd wipe away her tears, looking up to Sunfire with a laugh.
"Aye? Oh! Aye! Finias and Murias. I'm sorry. I shoulna' done that. I couldna help meself. Finias tae the south, the Kingdom of Summer. Murias tae the west, the Kingdom of Fall. I've nae travelled there neary as much. But tis beautiful Kingdoms. The veil between Arcadia and Terra actually be pretty thin in each of the Kingdoms, and travel between these two realms be very easy. Arcadia actually has doors tae many realms if ye know where tae look. I guess Terra just be special. As I'm sure ye know since I hear ye mention it often."
She'd smile brightly. What Sunfire would likely know is that if the veil had been thin and passage easy between Arcadia and Terra at one time, it certainly wasn't any longer. That blurring of borders had been cut off long ago and this Illyana seemed to not know that.
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Post by darkheart on Jan 15, 2021 8:52:50 GMT -5
The right corner of his mouth would curl up ever so slightly at the cursing of the Russian. Would his abilities work in this place, he might have turned the water to ice, he mused, or perhaps raspberry jelly. As it stood, he could only take joy in the playfulness of the act. This reminded him ever so much of his Aunt - playful, joyous and mischievous. While he knew this Illyana was an aspect of the one he knew - perhaps even a facet of sorts - he'd not internalized it during his endless analyses of her behaviors and traits. It suddenly struck him bitterly that this was precisely the sort of situation his brother would seek to take advantage of. Shaking his head, he tried to clear the thought of having one's brother be one's uncle and grinned again at the thought of Atreyu as a gully dwarf.
"Illyana...I'm uncertain if you know, but much has happened through the time you may find yourself....missing. The doorways to Terra are closed from the Nevernever. Unless unlocked with a significant magical effort, they remain closed to both sides. There are still weaker points - New York, Los Angeles, Rosario, Argentina, St. Petersburg, Russia...pretty much the whole of Ireland...but it is not as it once was. Magic is dying in Terra. It is rare. Self sustaining species like Cainites, Garou and their breeds, a handful of fae, djinn...some other rarer species...but mostly they compose less than .00005% of that world's population. Magic in Gaia is extinct...reduced to slight of hand and illusion for entertainment. The worlds are...different."
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Post by Danü Rèalta on Jan 16, 2021 14:32:05 GMT -5
Illyana's brows would knit in concern. A long ear would flick sharply as she tried to think of the connecting areas of Finias and Murias.
"Aye. Erie be the land connected tae Gorias. Falias tae Kievan Rus. Finias tae Norte Chico. Murias tae Qin. Ye saying they donnae.. blend anymore?"
She wondered when that happened. If it was something sudden or if just a natural progression of the loss of magic caused it. Or did they cause Terra to slowly lose it's magic because Arcadia pulled away.
"I wonder if the other realms be like that. Those nae Fae. Arcadia be... or was.. a gateway between realms. Least was for us. We dinnae really allow anyone tae just pop in, save those four areas in Terra where the realms melded. I donnae think tis purposeful though. Or... was purposeful."
She wondered if she should ask more. Seryy volk would of course know. But she was under the impression given his reaction to some comments that things had transpired with the other Illyana he assumed she had knowledge of.
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Post by darkheart on Jan 17, 2021 14:34:01 GMT -5
He looked around the manner quietly as she processed the thoughts, glancing at the remnants of a life long gone. He wondered, idly, what it would have been like had she stayed here. It lasted but a moment - he never did dwell on the what ifs of the past, only the what ifs of the future. Looking to her quietly after a moment, he answered.
"In honestly, I've no idea what happened. I've never cared much for this Realm - it takes more from me than it gives. There is no balance for me here. I can tell you there are other realms capable of magic. Faerun, for example, or Thedas. Magic blooms there. There is another nexus that combines them. A place of union and interaction between realms your other frequented a great deal - where I met her, in fact. It is mostly forgotten and abandoned these days - not unlike your ancestral home.
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Post by Danü Rèalta on Jan 17, 2021 20:03:59 GMT -5
Illyana would look up to Sunfire as he explained. She had heard of the realms he mentioned, though she had never visited any save Arcadia and Terra at this point in her life. She'd nod almost solemnly as she turned her gaze back up to the family portrait. In her latest memory her Grandparents were both still of this realm. Both influential mages of the realm and advisors to the Kingdom. Oh how they tried desperately to teach her to manipulate the weave, telling her of her potential if she'd just focus. How they foresaw great power in her. What little she did know she knew because of them, but she just didn't have the focus or care to really study. Not when swordplay and combat were much more fun and to her, necessary. What little joy that had been there previously would seem to drain from her face, as did the blue in her eyes, as she thought of this other version of her. Did her Grandparents know before they left that their Granddaughter had actually ascended. Was that what they had seen for her future all this time? She didn't know how that made her feel.
"Well. If this realm does ye harm then perhaps we should get back tae Oghma. I donnae need tae check in tae Gorias. I'm sure tis news I donnae want tae hear."
She'd smile gently, putting on a brave face, only to be interrupted by the clearing of someone's throat. Boris would walk back into the room, his steps naturally silent as he walked across the long stone floor. Of course he had heard it all but his facial expression wouldn't relay any knowledge. In fact, he came bearing gifts. Pirozhki had filled the pockets of his jacket and his hands. He even had one in his mouth and as he approached he'd pass off a couple of the hearty pastries to both Illyana and Sunfire.
"Do not say I give you nothing, eh? But if you are leaving I have request to ask."
Illyana would smile, chuckling lightly as if she had been waiting for the wolf to ask for something.
"Seryy volk, have I given ye the impression I am indebted tae ye?"
The smile was bright, as was the one on the older man's face. Indeed, she had not, she had been careful with her words as Boris had offered to lead her back to the Devin Estate. Had she thanked him, it would've implied Boris had done something worth compensation. That hadn't been the case.
The old wolf would just chuckle and shrug. "No mladshaya sestra, but if grant my request Boris would not mind owing you."
Illyana would shrug with an amused smile, waving her hand in front of her for him to continue. He'd grin, taking another large bite of the hot, magically created pastry, speaking as he chewed.
"Give Boris permission to this Estate. In debt I will look after it."
Illyana's brows would arch upwards in surprise. "Oh? Are Ivan and Yelena Tsarevich not feeding you properly?"
Boris would narrow his eyes, giving her an offended look as he chomped down another bite. "I am wolf, do not forget. I hunt for myself. Ivan is friend and I visit often buuuuuut they have children that like to ride me like horse. And sometimes I would like quiet and fireplace away from woods and snow. And Pirozhki. The Pirozhki is nice."
Illyana would laugh at that, her spirits lifted somewhat. She'd nod then. "Aye then. Boris Seryy Volk, ya razreshayu vam byt' gostem Doma Devin, kogda zakhotite."
There would be something felt between the trio as the magic of the words solidified, giving Boris permission to come and go as he pleased. She was not the owner of the property, but being blood relation did give her the ability to grant some permissions.
"Da. Spasibo, Illyana Griffinsbane. As part of agreement I will keep eye on property and help protect it."
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Post by darkheart on Jan 20, 2021 8:13:18 GMT -5
Sunny would watch her expressions slowly, letting it sink in who and what she was - what it meant then and now. He felt the wolf long before he saw him. It was not the sense where he felt the wolf's energy or sensed his movements. He had no bioempathy in this place. But he was still a soldier, born and bred, and his instincts still belied a presence - an unease in the pit of his stomach. He would hear Illyana's request, opening his mouth to speak, but saying nothing as Boris came forth with food. Pastries were shoved into his hands, but he quietly placed them on the table next to him as if they were too hot to hold. He could, in truth, endure the heat of the surface of a Red Giant star, but on principle he did not eat food offered to him by fae or the creatures here. He rather liked coming and going rather that being sequestered in the Nevernever, and he particularly liked dark chocolate, which he would like to eat again after this trip. Bowing his head to Boris, he would offer warmly:
"Sir Wolfe, good to meet you. Hunt well and stay strong. Prochay!
He would quietly take the pastries from Illyana's hand gathering them, along with his after a moment and tossing them in the fire. Winking at Boris mirthfully, he offered:
"We ate before we came, and it's best not to bring food from here to where we're going. Mortals. You understand."
Reaching into his pack, he pulled out a small silver ring that shone in this place with a bright silver light and strands of the weave woven like cloth over it. Touching it, he waved at Illyana, and instantly she was teleported back to his home in Africa. Nodding once more, he tapped the ring and he vanished as well, appearing on the beach next to Illyana. The 8 charges of his ring spent, he waved his hand over the water as the light of the sun hit him. His hair turned silver white and his eyes radiated a deep silver green. Smiling as he once more felt the energy of all things, he pulled his fingers towards himself, then apart from left to right, converting atoms into a bronze necklace. Slipping the silver ring on it, he placed it in her hands.
"A memory of our trip together. You'll forgive me for not bringing you back to Oghma, but I don't actually have access to the place. I'm afraid you'll have to do that for us, if you're able. Else, we'll stay here and I'll text my daughter in law and she or her mother will come find us. I might be in a bit of trouble for it, though...not that I'm at all unused to such things."
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Post by Danü Rèalta on Jan 20, 2021 19:09:27 GMT -5
Illyana would almost pout as the savory pastry that had just been placed in her hand was subsequently taken away and tossed into the fireplace. She had ate, this was true, but how long had it been since she had one of her Grandmother's Pirozhki. Not that her Grandmother actually made them mind you. But the magic in this place was the same so it had to of been the same.
"But... awww."
Boris would grin. The Shadowstar was of course correct and he could not fault him for the caution.
"Bezopasnoye puteshestviye Zvezda teni. Perhaps we meet again."
Illyana would step in to give Boris a hug, slipping her arms under his long warm grey coat. Boris would groan for her benefit and make a face.
"Ugh. Still have good grip. Stay out of trouble."
And pretty much as soon as she stepped away she would be transported elsewhere. She'd stand for a moment, blinking as her eyes adjusted. The sounds of a crackling fireplace replaced with the waves of the ocean, her boots now on loose sand instead of cold stone. And the radiant heat, not unbearable but compared to the icy landscape they came from it was like walking into an oven. She would adjust quickly enough, a long ear flicking as eyes that nearly matched the color of the ocean at dusk moved from the water to the large house behind her. With no one else watching her, she'd pull the Pirozhki she had snuck out of Boris' coat out. Dusting off a few stray wolf hairs she'd take a bite while it was still relatively warm and just smile to herself.
A split second later after her bite, Sunfire would appear beside her. She'd chew quickly, watching him curiously at the changes. Not that she hadn't seen such a thing before, Fae realms had a way of messing with certain creatures. For some it would bring out what was hidden, showing the way magic flowed arond them. For some it would change their appearance either by their nature or by removing whatever glamour the person had cast upon themselves. For Sunfire she suspected it to be partly the first scenario and partly the effects this realm had upon him. While she felt the magic of his green shackles she could no longer see them and the other effects, the almost iridescent bronze tone of his skin taking on more of a deep tan, his reddened eyes shifting to the silvery green, and the change of hair color, all of it seemed to be more of a transition as he moved within this realm instead of a glamour spell that instantly changed his looks. He certainly was interesting.
She'd watch him, still curiously as he created the bronze necklace out of nothing, long ears perking up as he slipped the silver ring upon it and placed it in the palm of her hand. She'd smile, curling her fingers about it.
"Thank ye. I cannae say I know how tae get tae Oghma. So I supposed we'll have tae just stay here. Wherever here be." She'd sneak in another bite of her Pirozhki. "What be a text?"
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Post by darkheart on Jan 22, 2021 22:41:45 GMT -5
Tilting his head slightly at Illyana, he would snort in a slightly chiding way. As if she could hide the food from him. And yet she was, he supposed, minimally partly fae if she were from Illyana. He supposed since she was that the rules would affect her differently. In any event, the damage was done so there was no point dwelling on it. He merely hoped she wouldn't starve to death.
Bringing his hand over the sand once more, it began to swirl into a small funnel upward. It would begin to glimmer like sparks, starting to superheat. Scooping into his hand, he pressed his palms together, then blew between them with a wink to Illyana. Opening his palms, a thin pane of transparent glass lay between them. Walking over slowly to the cliffside, he waved his fingers in a sprinkling fashion, and rocks began to crumble slowly, falling to the waters below. Small granules of copper, tungsten and iron floated upwards, burning a bright whitish orange. Whistling towards a nearby rubber plant, it began to crumble and a thick oozy substance slunk through the air like a snake towards him. Congealing in his palm, he flipped the mess over once, then again, then a third time and a small cellular smart phone lay in his palm. Holding it up, he looked to Illyana.
"This is what is known as a cell phone. It's a communication device capable of sending messages long distance. These messages are called "Texts" just like the archaic word for books...but more modernly given the message you send is in textual format.
Tossing it to her, he grinned quietly.
"Try it if you like. Send a message to Lillith...just press the letters one at a time, then press the send button. The number is already programmed. You can keep that one...just don't use it too much. There is a magic in it that, when used too much, can rot your brain and make it impossible for you to have a real conversation with anyone. Everything has a cost, I suppose."
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Post by Danü Rèalta on Jan 22, 2021 23:34:48 GMT -5
Within a moment both Puma and Zella would appear in the living room of Puma's African home. Puma would give the girl's hand a squeeze and her head would raise, eyes blinking just from the change of light. She would shudder then and gasp, looking around wildly at her new surroundings. This wasn't the darkened room within her mind. This wasn't the home she shared with Viconia. This was unlike anything she had ever seen before. Huge and open with a bright sun in the sky outside. Her keen sense of smell picked up salt, picked up her and one other strongly. The sound of the ocean waves drowned out a lot but underlying all of it was this low hum. It was a sound she had never heard before. Constant and low underneath everything else. She would have no idea it was the electronics in the home. The lights. The fridge. The computer systems Sunny had wired throughout the entire estate. Things Zella would have no concept of from Faerun.
"Where have you taken me?" She'd ask, her heart beat thumping in her chest.
Puma would reach out quickly to take hold of the girl's other hand before she had a chance to pull away. "This is m'home. A place you're welcome at, Shuga'. For as long as you'll stay.
The girl's breathing would begin to calm, panic giving way to curiosity as those heterochromia eyes opened wide to look around. The difference had been faint in Faerun, but at this distance and in the bright light of day Puma could clearly make out the difference between the blue and green eye.
Zella would look back to Puma after scanning the room once more, taking note that the woman's eyes never changed from their cat shape. There was also a low, odd, yet weirdly comforting... purr? Zella would then look to her hands, now finding it awkward and weird, pulling her hands away and taking a small step back.
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Post by Danü Rèalta on Jan 23, 2021 0:19:11 GMT -5
Illyana would watch, completely enraptured by what Sunfire was doing. He had done other magic while in Oghma with the food he created, but this was alchemy of the highest form. She was able to follow basically what he was doing. Sand created glass. Metal came from stone. But she was unfamiliar with the other materials he pulled out of the air and certainly unfamiliar with what he was creating. He'd hold the cellphone up in front of her, a longish ear flicking sharply as she'd watch it power on.
"Oooooooooh." She'd look at it wide eyed. Listening closely as he explained.
"So ye write upon it and ye words appear before another, but tis comprised of... Illusion? Light? Nae parchment and ink."
He'd toss the phone to her and she'd catch it one handed, not dropping her pastry. She wouldn't realize it at first but she was holding it upside down. She'd try to flip it and the screen would auto adjust and rotate with each motion. Once she got it to where she could read it she'd huff. Speaking of Lilith, it did remind her of the item Lilith had used in Oghma. The 'magic pad' she touched that supposedly created the barriers that kept her locked in that cottage. She'd shake her head and try to hand the phone back to Sunfire.
"Nae. I'll nae message Lilith. She seems... perhaps smarter than her sister. But I donnae like her. She's nae friendly and somehow... creeps me out. Like when ye meet a banshee. They seem friendly enough and then they sing of someone's death."
She'd shudder as a thought crossed through her mind. That was not a fun night at the pub.
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Post by darkheart on Jan 23, 2021 8:04:33 GMT -5
He would reach out slowly, taking the phone from her. Drawing his own phone out of his pocket, he would hold it up. Typing on hers, he'd send a message. Within seconds it would pop up on his screen with a voice clip of Puma's southern drawl calling out, presumably recorded from one of the days he'd strolled onto the beach where she was sunning herself and she'd called out to him.
"Message for you, Shuga...."
The message would read:
"Your eyes are the color of the sea, mi'lady. - S.S."
He would put his phone back in his pocket after she'd read it, placing her's gently in her hands.
"I cannot speak for my cousins or their relative demeanors. That is for you to judge for yourself. But now my name is in your phone. If ever you need to send me a message, you have the ability.
His ear would flick, his eyes narrowing as his hand went for the sword Lilith had given him, crouching into an iado strike position. It would only be a second before he stood upright slowly. A slight smile would crease his lips as his eyes softened.
"It would seem my wife is home. Apparently she didn't drive, like normal, and just decided to 'pop' in. You should come and meet her. If not, you are free to roam the grounds. You are in no danger if you stay on the property. Outside the bounds of this place, it is a bit of a wild land. But you are not a prisoner, you are a guest. Do as you will.
He would bow his head slightly to her in respect and acknowledgement, then turn and move into the house. His tone was warm as he opened the door.
"Welcome home, my beloved wife and.....daughter?"
He paused upon viewing Puma and Zella, instantly pegging the latter as not being Mia. Her energy was different - strong and similar, but wylde, like his wife. It was an instant correlation in his mind. His face ever a stoic and unrevealing mask when caught in a moment of surprise, shock or unknowing, he merely glanced between the two for the briefest of seconds. Sniffing once as he stood up in a more proper posture, he would remove his sword and put it in the umbrella canister next to the door, following Puma's rule of not wearing his weapons in the house. He was her weapon, so such adornments only served to scuff her favorite furniture. Waving his hand over his chest and waist, his traveling clothes separated at each individual thread, unweaving, then re-weaving into a dress shirt and khakis with a black leather belt. Reaching over to the small stand and bowl that held his watch, chain and glasses that stood by the door, he put on his glasses, then walked over towards his wife, silver pony tail swinging with each step. Encircling her hips with one arm across the small of her back, pressing a soft kiss to her lips, his opposite hand in his pocket. Looking for a moment into her eyes, searching only lightly.
"My brother? My brother. Frustratingly meddlesome as always. I did not know...you know how I dote on Mia...nothing in all the worlds would have kept me from her had I known..."
He would sigh, then look to Zella with a slight bow of the head.
"I apologize...I do not mean to speak in front of you so...it is simply that I had no knowledge of you, which - I hope you will find - is a rare exception for me. Welcome to our home, daughter. My name is Nihilano...but most call me Sunfire, or Sunny as a nickname. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I'm sure you have questions...we will attempt answers. But please, is there anything we can do to make you more comfortable?
Oh, and dear, we have another guest. It is quite hard to explain, but most simply she is Illyana from a much younger age. Sort of like Atreyu when you meet him from a quantum leap as a teenager, only she's not so irritating and you don't want to kill her and hesitate because you're uncertain of the quantum paradox.
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Post by Danü Rèalta on Jan 23, 2021 19:28:01 GMT -5
Illyana looked up, watching every move he made and every button on the screen he pushed. She was memorizing the steps in how to send this message and not so much reading what he sent, until he held his phone out for her to read. A slight red tinge would creep into her cheeks as she took the phone he had given her back out of his hand, looking away and down at the device.
"Aye. Seems simple enough."
Her attention would once more be drawn up and back to Sunfire as he reached for his sword and looked to his house. If there was trouble afoot, certainly she would assist, but it seemed only a false alarm as he explained his wife had arrived. He'd leave her with options and then turn to walk up towards his house. Illyana would only look out to the sea, letting the warm air play with her hair. Maybe then, she'd go inside and meet more family.
Both Puma and Zella had heard the steps approach the house, smelled him before they saw him. Puma wouldn't react, only watching as the girl simply looked to the door, back to Puma to gauge her reaction, and then back to the door. Whom she scented had belonged in this house, as both of their scents co-mingled within the building. Seeing as Puma didn't react, Zella would not either.
Both of them though would turn their gaze as soon as he entered the room. Zella's gaze would widen a moment as he rewove the fabric of his garments into something new, taking a cautious or nervous step back. She'd just watch them both as they embraced.
Puma would slide her own hand and arm around his waist as he approached. She had yet to say anything, she wouldn't have to. He'd lean in to press a kiss to her lips and just look into her eyes. For the flighty girl's sake she appeared completely calm, carefully controlling every movement. But her mind seethed in anger. She had no proof it was his brother, but given what had been done to the boys, who else could it have been. She was mad it had been done in the first place but also mad that he hid the product of that away from them. He had at least left notes about the boys for them to find after Sunfire was brought back. Puma would just nod with a sigh. Of course she knew he would've crossed the realms to find her. They would have found her eventually as she came into her abilities, the process was just sped along by a very helpful Djinn.
"Ah know ya woulda' Darlin'..."
Sunfire would then turn his gaze to Zella and she'd look at him with wide eyes. This was her parents whom she knew so extremely little about. She assumed it was true as she did not sense the lie. They were nothing like how she imagined. She imagined some corrupted high elf and a demon living away in seclusion in some cave somewhere performing blood sacrifices and harassing good people. They almost appeared... normal. This place, while quite opulent and almost a palace compared to what she was used to, felt more like a home. She hadn't made a mistake coming here.
Puma would turn to Sunny as he mentioned another guest. Her eyebrows would raise high, glancing around him to look out from where he came to take note of the Fae's silhouette against the sea. Not so irritating he promises. She wondered about that. This must be the pressing issue that took him away. Puma would just smile, cold and dangerous as her mind contemplated scenarios. Not that Illyana had really done anything to her.
"Ah promise to behave. Ah can't promise the next time I run across ya brother. Paradox or not."
Zella would remain quiet and just listen. Perhaps a tad overwhelmed she had almost forgotten she was asked a question.
"I'm sorry. Your home is very nice. Noisy, perhaps? But nice. I doubt there is anything more I would need except answers." She hoped she hadn't offended them by mentioning the noise. That low electronic hum she had never heard before she was certain they had just become accustomed to.
"I am Zella. It is good to meet you both, Nihilano and....Mother?" She hesitated, realizing her Mother never gave her name. "Or however you wish to be called. I was told virtually nothing about you. Nor why I found myself in the care of another. I assumed you dead. At least until recently."
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