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creation of beauty is art (finished/closed) - Elsa - 03-17-2014 Elsa My head's underwater, but i'm breathing fine. Her new king, the one called Midas, wished to see her after the meeting. A small amount had time to pass, but she figured it was adequate enough. Crafting was a somewhat new, yet old power of hers. She was used to working with ice and snow, but rocks? Would that be any different? How hard would it be to mold geodes into fantastic sculptures? How hard would it be to lead a band of aspiring crafters, like herself, to please the Gods and their leaders? So many questions tumbled about in her head, nearly overwhelming the new crafter. Yet, she needed to keep her head, it was time that her, Midas, and possibly from the background, Seele, get in order what was to be done in the new territory. Everything had changed since the darkness, and apparently these lands within the falls, never used to be falls. Thus, she figured, any withstanding structure before the darkness was probably obliterated.
"Midas!" Elsa called out, standing near a crystal lake. It was one of the many that were scattered across this land. She wondered what mysteries were held at their depths, beautiful stones and crystal like structures lined the bottom. Maybe, just maybe, she could think of something creative to do with them when not following orders. Maybe she could build a colorful statue of the Earth God himself, and place it near one of the mighty falls. So many possibilities awaited her. Elsa stood patiently, awaiting the arrival of the painted king. It would be nice to be working for a change, it would take the pressure off of thinking of home. "their speech goes here @[Midas] [Sorry for the terrible start D;] RE: creation of beauty is art - Midas - 03-17-2014
RE: creation of beauty is art - Elsa - 03-18-2014 Elsa My head's underwater, but i'm breathing fine. His call returned to her ears, and she smiled, content. She knew he was coming, and it didn't matter how quickly. Elsa couldn't even begin to imagine what it was like being a lead, she remembered what it was like for her, but her approach had been more... hands off. Here, everything was so proactive, so organized. Her head would've been spinning it was him.
His form them approached her, and he was with his companion. A Phoenix she guessed, for it seemed to be a flaming bird. It scampered to his backside, seemingly wanting to get away from Elsa. She frowned a little, but ignored the actions, for there were bigger things to worry about. He greeted her, and nodded at her with respect. Elsa did the same. Her wings extended from her side, as she pulled her right leg under, and touched her muzzle to her left knee in an elegant bow, before pulling herself up. He was quickly then to the point, about crafting. He wanted to hear of her talents, it was hard to describe, she she decided to show. From the ground rose a clear, beautiful, what looked to be a stick. It grew in between herself and Midas. She imagined the leaves, and frosted, detailed leaves sprouted from the stem. Thorns followed, just as beautiful, no matter how terrifying or painful they could be. At the top, a beautiful rose shape bloomed. The edges of the petals frosted with delicate fractals of ice. She smiled, happy with her work and looked to Midas. "I can do that.. or..." She focused for a moment, and then created, quickly, a crude box of ice, that sat next to the flower. "That." She shrugged, she had heard of the powers a mason posessed but had yet to try them out. Elsa hoped that he would give her a little time to elaborate upon those powers, for she was much more talented with ice. "I can assure you that ice is a specialty. I've heard of what the mason is supposed to do, but in order to get my finesse to that..." She nodded to the frosted, icy rose. "I'll need a little time. The more crude, and geometrically shaped, the easier it'll be for me... for now." She added sheepishly. She didn't want to lie to Midas though. The worst thing she could have him do was overestimate her abilities. "their speech goes here @[Midas] RE: creation of beauty is art - Midas - 03-19-2014
RE: creation of beauty is art - Elsa - 03-26-2014 Elsa My head's underwater, but i'm breathing fine. Elsa was beyond pleased with her work at Midas' appreciation. Never before had she been... accepted for her ice. No one had ever appreciated it, they had always been so afraid of her. A smile could not be contained as she bashfully dipped her head in appreciation. He asked about it melting, and she pondered for a moment. She thought of back in the pit, where those ice spikes had not melted in days, and in fact, she believed them to still be existing somewhere in the dark space. "I don't believe that it does, from what I've seen, it has thus far lasted quite a long time." She said, with a smile.
Then Midas had asked her to do something she thought would never be asked of her, her asked her to stand in the Falls as the mason. Elsa's smile grew from a bashful grin to a full, happy smile and she couldn't help but laugh in excitement. "I would love to! Quite a pairing of "powers" if you ask me. Although, I know there must be some ideas for works for the herd, shall we speak of that now? Or at another time?" She questioned. Elsa was actually quite eager to get started, wondering what ideas were bouncing around in her leaders head. They had accepted her for who she was, and she was truly in their debt. Not to mention, she needed a little more spice in her life. Whether that was through sparring, crafting, or sneaking, she needed something to keep her busy. "their speech goes here @[Midas] RE: creation of beauty is art - Midas - 03-28-2014
RE: creation of beauty is art - Elsa - 04-01-2014 Elsa My head's underwater, but i'm breathing fine. The whole formalness of the induction embarrassed her. Cheeks became tinted in a rosy red, and she fluttered her wings nervously. Such an official title, with such an official introduction made her feel suddenly inferior, like she did not belong crafting with the others. Once his formal words had come to an end, the pink then began to fade back to the usual, pale white. Such embarrassment rarely took over, but now that she was in the presence of other "royalty", she found herself easily ashamed of her actions.
He then suddenly asked for a personal crafted object. Quite odd, she didn't expect something so soon! But alas, she should help him. Then, a most surprising thing had happened! Elsa watched in wonder as gold poured forth from the ground like water, slowly take the shape of a small, golden sphere. Elsa smiled, looking to Midas with reverence. "Midas! Why didn't you tell me you possessed such magic?" She responded to his own question, and suddenly becoming nervous again began to stutter a little. "Of-of course." Her own magic manifested this self as the air suddenly cooled for a moment, and then suddenly, ice began to crystalize. It attempted, and struggled to cling to the smooth golden surface, but eventually encased the golden sphere in a case of ice. Elsa smiled. "Is that all? Or shall we discuss what is to be done now? Or would you rather me meet with all the other crafters first?" Question after question poured from her mouth and Elsa just shook her head. "Sorry for all the talking." She mumbled sheepishly. "their speech goes here @[Midas] RE: creation of beauty is art - Midas - 04-01-2014
RE: creation of beauty is art - Elsa - 04-04-2014 Elsa My head's underwater, but i'm breathing fine. Elsa was glad he was happy, and still dumbfounded at the power. How could she not know? He possessed such a rare, special ability that she wondered why he didn't let her know in the first place. He had the power to craft things for himself and Seele that Elsa wished she could give as gifts. She just shook her head in amazement and continued to listen to his old-time words, explaining what they wished to see.
From the sand, a golden mountain appeared, much like the ones far to the east. In them, were cut square-like cells. Elsa was about to ask for an elaboration before he began to explain. They were holding cells, for prisoners, should they need to take any. It was a crude, and large job, but a job that shall no doubt be done when they could get all the crafters together. Elsa nodded, understanding the situation, for this was something that needed to be done as fast, and as best as possible. "Let us not wait then, I shall call the crafters together, and we shall converse and work out how we wish to do this and meet each other. Then, we shall commence immediately on the cells. I know how dire diplomatic problems can be." She said with a graceful bow, and before pulling up, reassured Midas once again. "I will fulfill this job to the best of my abilities." She finished, and then began to walk off, pleased with her new position in life. "their speech goes here @[Midas] I assumed this was at an end, but if you still need her, just stop her again in the next post. :D RE: creation of beauty is art - Midas - 04-06-2014
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