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“Hello little one.” Mesec greeted the young filly with a smile, not thinking anything off the mispronunciation of his new title. After all, ‘Glasser’ was pretty accurate as well! She curtsied before them and asked whether they could make some pots and a watering can. The pots seemed pretty easy enough but he had never seen a watering can before.
Still, Mesec figured the name pretty much described the function and he could use that to figure out what it was supposed to look like.
He started with the pots, pulling on the mists and shaping them into a few small pots. To Mesec’s surprise, the glass for the pots turned out light blue which he absolutely had not been intending and hoped the filly would not mind. With the same glass, he concentrated and formed a larger shape - with a long spout and a handle that the girl would be able to grip in her teeth to tip it. Not half bad, he thought, pushing aside the fatigue that was washing in as he checked the girl’s reaction. “There, what do you think?”
The second, newest Sleuth, arrived but spoke only to Graasvoel - but Mesec was almost immediately distracted when he caught sight of who else had shown up. The mare made no introductions but his silver eyes skitter to Sacre for confirmation - was this their sister? She looked so much like Kou that it felt like a kick in the stomach, reverting Mesec to the sensation that he was nothing but a child again.
She complimented his figurine of the Goddess and Mesec ducked his head at the compliment while whispering a bashful “Thank you.”
Her request was simple - or, at least he understood more of it than he had Maude’s - though Mesec was just going to have to find out whether his skills were up to the task. He could see the item she was describing clearly in his head, and perhaps that would be enough. The constant use of the magic was straining him but he had enough in him to do this, to make his sister something beautiful. Mesec wove the mists into a delicate-looking glass chain, adorning the lengths first with a glass raven and then with a small moon. That extra charm wasn’t too much work, really, and he was happy to add it. “There. Do you like it?” And then, a moment’s pause, before he practically blurted out (though in a uncertain, hushed voice) “Are you Ráeru?” He couldn’t help but ask, his gaze flickering to Sacre for some sort of confirmation that this was the sister they had spoke of. What were the chances that they would all end up here, in the Edge?
Still, Mesec figured the name pretty much described the function and he could use that to figure out what it was supposed to look like.
He started with the pots, pulling on the mists and shaping them into a few small pots. To Mesec’s surprise, the glass for the pots turned out light blue which he absolutely had not been intending and hoped the filly would not mind. With the same glass, he concentrated and formed a larger shape - with a long spout and a handle that the girl would be able to grip in her teeth to tip it. Not half bad, he thought, pushing aside the fatigue that was washing in as he checked the girl’s reaction. “There, what do you think?”
The second, newest Sleuth, arrived but spoke only to Graasvoel - but Mesec was almost immediately distracted when he caught sight of who else had shown up. The mare made no introductions but his silver eyes skitter to Sacre for confirmation - was this their sister? She looked so much like Kou that it felt like a kick in the stomach, reverting Mesec to the sensation that he was nothing but a child again.
She complimented his figurine of the Goddess and Mesec ducked his head at the compliment while whispering a bashful “Thank you.”
Her request was simple - or, at least he understood more of it than he had Maude’s - though Mesec was just going to have to find out whether his skills were up to the task. He could see the item she was describing clearly in his head, and perhaps that would be enough. The constant use of the magic was straining him but he had enough in him to do this, to make his sister something beautiful. Mesec wove the mists into a delicate-looking glass chain, adorning the lengths first with a glass raven and then with a small moon. That extra charm wasn’t too much work, really, and he was happy to add it. “There. Do you like it?” And then, a moment’s pause, before he practically blurted out (though in a uncertain, hushed voice) “Are you Ráeru?” He couldn’t help but ask, his gaze flickering to Sacre for some sort of confirmation that this was the sister they had spoke of. What were the chances that they would all end up here, in the Edge?
MESEC
the nightwind
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