amaris

The shadow of the Edge hovers over the northern end of the beach. It is as close as the young belle has come to her former dwelling, as close as her sense of apprehension would allow. It wasn't that she was actively avoiding the place - or was it? - but more that she had been pulled elsewhere. Guilt tore at her, though she swallowed it down, as she did most any and everything she felt, repressing the emotions so that they did not affect her interpretation of the events unfolding around her.

Quite a crowd had gathered upon the sands, and the girl hesitantly approached, the curious nature of her draconic side too strong to ignore. With ears pricked, she watched as many seemed to be doing strange activities - but why?

She saw it then, the curious, wonderful, puzzling thing, that disappeared as her frame rounded upon it, soon re-appearing as she adjusted her path. A draconic laugh spouts from her single blue companion this day, as he plays with the birds nearby, sending Amaris images of the strange apparition from his aerial view. The dragon-girl hesitates again, her motion paused by a troubling, yet hopeful thought - could her mother be behind that door? The door that shimmered like a mirage, could surely only be hiding a similar Mirage?

The hope burned through her, and she approached it now with renewed vigour, determined to see if she too could help the others unlock this strange thing. But of the others, none of the plans seem to really appeal to the dragon-girl, whose companion trills from the skies above and spouts another flame. The shadow of the Edge to the North gives her an idea, as it reminds her of the glass that the Edge was so famous for creating and using.

In the wet sand, the girl digs a small hole, ensuring a trench is built up to deter the waves filling it. And into this hole, using the scythe at the end of her dextrous, strong tail, she scoops enough dry sand to fill it. With a polite request to her current blue companion, she then watches as it burns and melts together, forming a pool of molten sand - which would dry, hopefully, to a glassy surface, which might reflect an image - say, that of a mysterious door - if the young golden girl was fortunate enough. With a satisfied nod, she thanked her spirit-friend for his assistance, and knocked the wall of wet sand down, to allow a waves to sizzle and crackle over the molten sand.

Though still warm, the girl used her scaled muzzle to shape and shift the rough disc of glass into something she could carry. As it cooled further, she picked it up gingerly between her teeth, and placed it before the door, standing in the sand, so that a reflection might be shown. The key to a mirage is to trick it with another illusion, her mother had said to her, and the girl hoped that the reflection of an illusion might be enough to unlock this particular one. If not, perhaps her roughly hewn disc could be used as a physical key to turn the lock, which she would try should nothing come of her original attempt.

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Amaris' spirit companions use their fire to make a small mirror. She holds that mirror up so that the door might (or might not) be reflected in it, to see if its own image reflected back at it might be a key. She then also wonders if the little mirror she made doesn't work, whether it might be a physical key that does fit.

Seeking a flame Rougarou.
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