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'Come play!' A voice chimes from inside of her head, yet outside of it as well. She flutters her bright eyes open, she was napping. Phrixus shifts above her head on a low hanging branch twisting from the center of a knotted oak. I wonder what that is, love. The bird twitches, as birds often do, and falls out of the tree to glide on wide open wings toward the noise. She is off to the east of the Flats; she purposely skirted around the new territory earlier in the early morning hours. She waits patiently for the flashes of the scene unfolding beyond – whatever it is, it sounds quite lively. She cannot stand the anticipation and begins to trot toward the sound of rolling waves. Her cloven hooves soon grip sand beneath them and she floats over the wet granules until she meets the chilly saltwater up to her feather ankles. She can see her big bird soaring against the winds high up, he struggles and comes down to hover over the churning waters and the creatures playing amongst the sea-foam and tumbling waves. She can see through him and for herself that on the shores of the Isles they were playing a game of keep away and catch. Many patterns and colors and shapes and sizes swarming around it was hard for even the eagle-eyed Phrixus to see what was happening. A feeling washes over her. At first it feels like a cold wind, prickly and making her hairs stand on end. A half second later is felt like a warm coat – like when she dips into the Basin's hot pools after a long days travel and study. She recognizes this feeling with a smile to herself, tilting her vibrant muddy eyes to the blue sky dotted with cotton ball clouds. She moves slowly into the water toward the sands of the Isles, advancing at a steady swimming pace toward the group. She spots a few familiar faces while she struggles against the current, which is actually fairly mild today compared to normal. Johnny is there, struggling and laughing and wrestling the different creatures for what looks like a glowing sphere. An orb. She doesn't bother to clamor onto land but instead dives in toward the object of the groups desire as soon as her grabby toes found slushy land beneath her. Her smile gives way to laughter as she maneuvered around otters and dolphins and horses. Inevitably she will be decorated with bruises and cuts after this event, but at the moment it seems well worth the price to have such fun. They played and shared in glee with one another despite species or herd. Even Phrixus dove into the crowd when the orb flies up out of reach for just a second, diving to catch it on his back. He balances it very carefully for a thirty seconds or so before dropping it to Tangere. She pushes it down between her legs and tries to clutch it with her mouth beneath the salty waters. If she can manage to bite around it before anyone snatches it then she will try her best to flee with it. She can feel wings and hooves and claws and snouts bumping against her, shoving at her, pushing her further under and making it harder and harder not to gobble mouth fulls of seawater into her hungry lungs. Desperately she snaps at the orb, hoping it is even graspable with her flattened teeth. Phrixus circles anxiously above the group, watching with the worrisome eye. Breathe. Breathe. BREATHE! He calls out inside of her head. She notes that he is echoing underwater, even inside her mind. Priorities. Summary: She swims over with her raven and dives into the fun! Phrixus helps and she tries to grab it with her mouth and flee with it!  |
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(11.17.14) Magic :: Earth. :: Able to speedily break down/extract oils from plants, poisons and enhancers alike. | Restrictions: Cannot make magical potions, only things that are natural & dyes. Includes mead & wine.
