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I'm the end of a Hitchcock movie; a little dark and a lot confusing.
The girl didn't like to think of it has hiding so much as just not drawing attention to herself. Her passive magic was an interesting one - the complete opposite of her mother's. Whereas the earth would accompany Kahlua's emotion with song, it would hide the earthen child away should she be patient enough. The longer the girl remained immobile, the stronger and faster the magic took hold. On this day, the girl had been still for a very long time.
Originally she had come to look at the trees - one of which represented her half brother Hototo. His death had heralded hers into being, and for that she felt some sort of kinship to the tree that his body had grown into. Standing next to it, her legs had turned into rock and earth, appearing like some strange outcropping from the island itself. Her wings, folded easily on her back grew moss and other plant life, and finally her head and brilliant golden eyes had sprouted an extension of her body which had become a bush. She was almost indescribable from the landscape - the greenery she was now composed of was entirely real. Only those who knew that this bush and rock formation had not been present even an hour prior, would know that something was amiss.
Silently the girl listened. She knew she couldn't direct her hearing by moving her ears less her magic fail, and so she used her intellect to strain and guide her senses. The language which was spoken around her was beautiful. The way it rolled off of the mare's tongue was so elegant, even though it sounded angry. As much as the girl desired her own privacy, she desired information more.
So she moved.
As the girl's long legs tensed and relaxed, earth and stone fell away, as it the plant life which had taken root upon her shoulders. Like a statue suddenly coming to life and losing its outer shell, the girl stepped out of what was now a pile of rubble and moss. Even though the girl had only been alive for a few months, she already appeared a full year old. Her body was long and tall - about as tall as Verlaine was currently, though the girl was clearly still growing. Whereas Verlaine was frail, the girl was strong, where Verlaine's eyes were gray, hers were gold. Where Verlaine had a companion, the girl was alone. As always.
"What language is that?" She inquired without hesitation, her death-marked skull tilted slightly as her curiosity bled out onto her features. She knew Volterra and Kaj both spoke other languages, and the girl was hungry to learn of this one, which sounded so much more romantic than those spoken by her male acquaintances.
Sorry! I don't know how I missed this thread!
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[O] playing priestess in the church ruins
