.svg/2000px-Google_Chrome_icon_(2011).svg.png){kind=icon}
AISLING
my friend makes rings, she swirls and sings
she’s a mystic in the sense that she’s still mystified by things
my friend makes rings, she swirls and sings
she’s a mystic in the sense that she’s still mystified by things
“…mighty Maeve, the conqueror
her two sons at her side,
sent her ships to seek the man
ne’re knowing he had died
Stood she there, upon the shore,
dark beauty unrestrained.
to tame the power of the seas
and call him home again…”
The voice was more than song, it left her mouth and disappeared into the wind in the world that it created. If one knew what to listen for, perhaps they could still hear Aisling's voice as a faint whisper but most would only hear the lap of water on the lake's bank, and the breathing of the three figures that seemed to stand there. A great black mare, tall and thick; battle hardened and crowned in bronze stood at the center, flanked by two stallions that bore a strong resemblance; all three seemed to gaze out at something unseen at the lake's center, but Aisling discovered her magic could not stretch that far.
She wore the illusion like a cloak, standing where the black warrior queen seemed to stand as she tested her own limits. The song she had drawn from the old stories, taking a scene and crafting it to fit a tune. Up to this point the budding enchantress had only attempted minor tricks like adding rocks to the landscape or adding imagined instruments to accompany her songs. This was something else entirely, laying one scene above another, the sounds and sights altering themselves in a radial arch around her as she sang. The possibilities thrilled the little mare. Somehow she could see all at once, her sturdy white legs beneath her, and yet around them shimmered black legs far bigger than her own. When she looked to the shallow water at her feet, the calm waters only showed three hulking warhorses crowned with sharp horns. Even as she sang and saw for herself, Aisling wished that she had someone else here to test the force, the opacity of her illusion, for she suspected that as long as her song continued she would be obscured from all sight.
AAAWWWW YYEEAAAHHHH AIS IS TESTING HER MAGICCCC -metal guitar solo-
**illusions extends through entire post
@//Rexanna
EDIT: because skylark asked, though I'd clarify: "Mmmm, yeah struggled with how to make it clear in the post. The setting is the same, on the bank of the lake in the Basin, just the three mystery horses standing where Ais would be"
[now come the days of the dreamer and they are filled with wonder and light ]
:: permission given for use of magic and force :: please tag Aisling in all posts ::
