Azcadelia Rosan | 51st Day of Spring | 513 | Early Day
The Bronze Woods had been Azcadelia's place of solitude. A place where she could meditate and collaspe on herself in deep thought. A place where she could practice song, dance and acrobatics. A place all well known to her until recently. Another had trespassed in her territory more than a fortnight ago and now the space in which was hers was now shared between the two. The other was Cyrus Blackfire.
Cyrus was a strong willed, well built castle of a man, not easily pressured by the charms and wits of Azcadelia and her tongue. Recently though Azcadelia hadn't seen much of him and she just assumed that they'd missed each other seeing as she travelled to the woods early in the morning it would be a reasonable thought.
Inside however Azcadelia had missed the man. She didn't know much, if any, about him but something about plucked a string of interest in her brain. Her nature was the snoop and that is what she planned to do the next time he and she were together. The urge to learn more was undeniable, it had to be sated and the only way to do so was to snoop and learn more about Cyrus and his motives.
All that would have to wait until another mandatory practice of Reimancy was done. Azcadelia sat in the middle of the clearing gathering her breath for an intense session of magic. The mage was clothed in a royal blue tunic and her feet were bare in the cool grass. The atmosphere was just - the wind was cool the sun was hot. Spring had brought many a fruitful events to Azcadelia and it was promising to bring more.
The mage graced a hand out in front of her, Djed seeped from her fingertips and dug into the earth bringing forth a chunk of the soil and grass to eye level. She smiled, her lipstick lips stained red. "That was easier than I thought," she said to herself, the birds chirping nearby in agreement. The chuckled and engulfed the earth in flame. The earth began to fold and broil turning into a molten ball of magma.
She tossed the furl of magma up and down in the air preparing to tear the ground asunder with her new found power.
Cyrus was a strong willed, well built castle of a man, not easily pressured by the charms and wits of Azcadelia and her tongue. Recently though Azcadelia hadn't seen much of him and she just assumed that they'd missed each other seeing as she travelled to the woods early in the morning it would be a reasonable thought.
Inside however Azcadelia had missed the man. She didn't know much, if any, about him but something about plucked a string of interest in her brain. Her nature was the snoop and that is what she planned to do the next time he and she were together. The urge to learn more was undeniable, it had to be sated and the only way to do so was to snoop and learn more about Cyrus and his motives.
All that would have to wait until another mandatory practice of Reimancy was done. Azcadelia sat in the middle of the clearing gathering her breath for an intense session of magic. The mage was clothed in a royal blue tunic and her feet were bare in the cool grass. The atmosphere was just - the wind was cool the sun was hot. Spring had brought many a fruitful events to Azcadelia and it was promising to bring more.
The mage graced a hand out in front of her, Djed seeped from her fingertips and dug into the earth bringing forth a chunk of the soil and grass to eye level. She smiled, her lipstick lips stained red. "That was easier than I thought," she said to herself, the birds chirping nearby in agreement. The chuckled and engulfed the earth in flame. The earth began to fold and broil turning into a molten ball of magma.
She tossed the furl of magma up and down in the air preparing to tear the ground asunder with her new found power.