It was a beautiful night as the darkness fully fell across the land bathing the sky in first sunset colors and then the deep blues and purples of the night settling in. When full darkness was upon them, Kavala and Xira were in the sea… one of the Konti’s favorite places to be. She liked standing against him, running her hands across his skin to remove the paint and letting his hands do the same for her. There was an intimacy between them that was not born of what had just transpired, but something deeper. Her body knew his now and he knew hers. There had been no judgment in his eyes at her thinness, though that in itself was slowly changing. He was golden to her paleness, weathered from long hours traveling under the sun. To her he was beautiful in the darkness and had been in the fading light.
And he was warm as he shared his body heat with her and whispered his response to her apology for taking advantage or at least letting things go as far as they did. Taking a lover after her baby’s births was a good thing. ‘I don’t regret it.” She reiterated, wanting him to understand she had no misgivings. It had just been sudden, unplanned, and something of a surprise at his fierce reaction. Walking in power had that effect, at times, where it equaled out between people. She would have spoken once more, but his forehead pressed against hers and his lips teased across her own. Without hesitation she kissed him again, standing in the sea with their bodies devoid of paint. To her, it meant more then, when they weren’t drunk on the exchange of res and were standing before each other as themselves and not bathed in ritual euphoria and inhibition. She could feel the power in him, the potential, the way her res echoed back at her in his blood, still teaching his own djed how to reproduce itself.
The Konti fitted herself close, until their hips were locked, and lifted one of her legs slightly, Her hands lightly traced up his back, across his rubs, and splayed out pale against the deep black of his now darkened shoulder blades. She closed her eyes when he touched her face and let him remove the now unnecessary coloring that had remained clinging. Kavala stood standing, watching him; a long while after he stepped away and let the sea rise up and swallow him. She sank down to join him, splashing him back and laughing when he initiated the play. The Konti very much enjoyed his frolicking until he settled on the beach where she joined him moments later.
“A geomancer on a beach full of sand is a terrible thing to waste.” She said laughing a little, completely uninhibited by their lack of clothing. Truth be told the Konti couldn't see much in the dim light so she concentrated on her eyes and carefully shifted them, pulling in the training she’d given herself borrowing the Akalak night vision through morphing. She concentrated, focusing djed to form an inner membrane that slid across her gaze. When she was done Kavala glanced up at Xira, her eyes a luminous pale blue that gleamed in the dark.
“There are other magics to learn. Not here, not now, but I can teach you more if you’ve an interest.” Kavala said, clearly having done something to her own gaze. She could see him clearly now as she stretched out beside him on her side, head propped up on her elbow, legs slightly tangled with his. They had just been as intimate as two people could be so for Kavala there was no personal space or boundaries left to cross. She simply enjoyed watching him, settling into his space, and having the brief downtime after the ritual.
“Do you want to practice a little? There are things you need to know about using this power… it can be dangerous, even seductive. It can whisper to you and if you answer its whisper too many times, it can steal pieces of your soul and make you crazy. You need to always control it, not let it control you. When you do to much too fast, it is called Overgiving, and there are many many signs.” Kavala said, reaching out with her free hand, and stroking her fingers across his chest. She moved closer, shifting slightly, so their skin was touching once more and she could rest her head on his shoulder if she wanted too.
“Mostly you overgive when you are using personal magics. Gnosis… world magics… there are different consequences to abusing those. When you overexert your mind, body and soul, it causes different things depending on what magic you are using. Sometimes, if you do it often enough the damage is permanent. It can make you insane, Xira, if you listen to it too much. You can counter milder cases with medicine and rest, but when it gets really bad, the damage is irreversible. It can change your body, your identity, and even cost you your soul. With Reimancy, the signs are usually very clear cut." The Konti intoned. It was very clear to Xira she was serious.
She ran down the list carefully, thoroughly making sure he knew what she meant. Kavala kept a close eye on him, her hand still touching him, stroking his chest and sometimes rising to run down his jaw or to move across his belly.
“When you first start mildly overgiving, you can feel amazing. It’s like you can’t stop casting and you feel euphoric. If you like it too much and you start to want to cast more than you want to eat or drink or even do this… then its too much, its overgiving.” She leaned over and brushed her lips across his, offering him a gentle kiss. He was beautiful to her, even though he was human, and because they had already blown through the lines of decorum, she didn’t feel she needed to ask.
“You can see things too…. Hallucinations, Xira.” She whispered, her lips still against him. “And voices in your head… mages call the voices Sweet Whispers. They tell you to go work, to build, to create… to utilize your power. Don’t let them have control over you. If you do not heed them, they will fade.” Kavala said, knowing that from experience. She nipped his jawline and continued on down her mental list of first signs for overgiving.
“You can taste blood in your mouth, have tremors, seizures, even a racing pulse. Your eyes can get red and when it gets worse you can bleed from them or your nose or ears. You don’t want to be around anyone… you can’t control the magic or your feelings. You have to be stronger than the desires the magic can bring. Do you understand?” Kavala said, her hand sliding down his chest to his belly and lower, gently grasping him and rubbing.
“When it gets worse, you start to bleed.. like I said. From everywhere. You get wounds for no reason. You start loosing your sense of self and people recognize you as you because your behavior changes. You can get convulsions, hurt all over, and you have no control.” She said, nipping the inner sensitive spot of his pulse on his neck. Her her hand cupped lower, holding the weight of him up and judging his size. A smile played across her lips though her face was still serious.
“If it gets really bad, your res will be out of control. It will overproduce and do things you didn’t know you could. things that don’t’ control. It’s terrifying. If a mage gets to this point, we’d have to put them down. They can hurt … level … entire cities if they are strong enough. Ivak did it once… and ruined the world. Do you see?” She said, releasing him and then drawing her hand down to stroke the sensitive skin of his inner thigh.
“You can bleed then, loose consciousness, even die. Often you have no control, and you transmute within your body like a morpher, but utterly untrained. You can never let it get that bad, Xira. Not ever.” Kavala said, bending lower to bite at his pectoral gently. Her teeth nipped but did not break the skin. It was obvious the Konti was a tactile person, and one that loved the sensation of textures and colors. She was comfortable with Xira, familiar now, and growing moreso each moment. In fact, the only time she broke eye contact with him in the near darkness was to glance up and admire the chiaroscuro of the moonlight on the uneven wind and wave tossed sand.
Her luminous gaze met his again and she smiled.
“That’s the darker side of magic, the darkest in fact. But there are so many other sides, and so much good you can do with your power. The whole of The Sanctuary is built by Geomancy and clever carpentry.” The Konti said, settling against him and finally giving into the temptation of laying her head on his shoulder, stretching her free arm across his stomach. She rubbed his opposite arm with her free hand, taking his in hers. Xira could tell she wasn’t in a hurry and she was open to new things and new possibilities, and more than willing to teach him what she knew about magic and anything else he might want to learn.
And he was warm as he shared his body heat with her and whispered his response to her apology for taking advantage or at least letting things go as far as they did. Taking a lover after her baby’s births was a good thing. ‘I don’t regret it.” She reiterated, wanting him to understand she had no misgivings. It had just been sudden, unplanned, and something of a surprise at his fierce reaction. Walking in power had that effect, at times, where it equaled out between people. She would have spoken once more, but his forehead pressed against hers and his lips teased across her own. Without hesitation she kissed him again, standing in the sea with their bodies devoid of paint. To her, it meant more then, when they weren’t drunk on the exchange of res and were standing before each other as themselves and not bathed in ritual euphoria and inhibition. She could feel the power in him, the potential, the way her res echoed back at her in his blood, still teaching his own djed how to reproduce itself.
The Konti fitted herself close, until their hips were locked, and lifted one of her legs slightly, Her hands lightly traced up his back, across his rubs, and splayed out pale against the deep black of his now darkened shoulder blades. She closed her eyes when he touched her face and let him remove the now unnecessary coloring that had remained clinging. Kavala stood standing, watching him; a long while after he stepped away and let the sea rise up and swallow him. She sank down to join him, splashing him back and laughing when he initiated the play. The Konti very much enjoyed his frolicking until he settled on the beach where she joined him moments later.
“A geomancer on a beach full of sand is a terrible thing to waste.” She said laughing a little, completely uninhibited by their lack of clothing. Truth be told the Konti couldn't see much in the dim light so she concentrated on her eyes and carefully shifted them, pulling in the training she’d given herself borrowing the Akalak night vision through morphing. She concentrated, focusing djed to form an inner membrane that slid across her gaze. When she was done Kavala glanced up at Xira, her eyes a luminous pale blue that gleamed in the dark.
“There are other magics to learn. Not here, not now, but I can teach you more if you’ve an interest.” Kavala said, clearly having done something to her own gaze. She could see him clearly now as she stretched out beside him on her side, head propped up on her elbow, legs slightly tangled with his. They had just been as intimate as two people could be so for Kavala there was no personal space or boundaries left to cross. She simply enjoyed watching him, settling into his space, and having the brief downtime after the ritual.
“Do you want to practice a little? There are things you need to know about using this power… it can be dangerous, even seductive. It can whisper to you and if you answer its whisper too many times, it can steal pieces of your soul and make you crazy. You need to always control it, not let it control you. When you do to much too fast, it is called Overgiving, and there are many many signs.” Kavala said, reaching out with her free hand, and stroking her fingers across his chest. She moved closer, shifting slightly, so their skin was touching once more and she could rest her head on his shoulder if she wanted too.
“Mostly you overgive when you are using personal magics. Gnosis… world magics… there are different consequences to abusing those. When you overexert your mind, body and soul, it causes different things depending on what magic you are using. Sometimes, if you do it often enough the damage is permanent. It can make you insane, Xira, if you listen to it too much. You can counter milder cases with medicine and rest, but when it gets really bad, the damage is irreversible. It can change your body, your identity, and even cost you your soul. With Reimancy, the signs are usually very clear cut." The Konti intoned. It was very clear to Xira she was serious.
She ran down the list carefully, thoroughly making sure he knew what she meant. Kavala kept a close eye on him, her hand still touching him, stroking his chest and sometimes rising to run down his jaw or to move across his belly.
“When you first start mildly overgiving, you can feel amazing. It’s like you can’t stop casting and you feel euphoric. If you like it too much and you start to want to cast more than you want to eat or drink or even do this… then its too much, its overgiving.” She leaned over and brushed her lips across his, offering him a gentle kiss. He was beautiful to her, even though he was human, and because they had already blown through the lines of decorum, she didn’t feel she needed to ask.
“You can see things too…. Hallucinations, Xira.” She whispered, her lips still against him. “And voices in your head… mages call the voices Sweet Whispers. They tell you to go work, to build, to create… to utilize your power. Don’t let them have control over you. If you do not heed them, they will fade.” Kavala said, knowing that from experience. She nipped his jawline and continued on down her mental list of first signs for overgiving.
“You can taste blood in your mouth, have tremors, seizures, even a racing pulse. Your eyes can get red and when it gets worse you can bleed from them or your nose or ears. You don’t want to be around anyone… you can’t control the magic or your feelings. You have to be stronger than the desires the magic can bring. Do you understand?” Kavala said, her hand sliding down his chest to his belly and lower, gently grasping him and rubbing.
“When it gets worse, you start to bleed.. like I said. From everywhere. You get wounds for no reason. You start loosing your sense of self and people recognize you as you because your behavior changes. You can get convulsions, hurt all over, and you have no control.” She said, nipping the inner sensitive spot of his pulse on his neck. Her her hand cupped lower, holding the weight of him up and judging his size. A smile played across her lips though her face was still serious.
“If it gets really bad, your res will be out of control. It will overproduce and do things you didn’t know you could. things that don’t’ control. It’s terrifying. If a mage gets to this point, we’d have to put them down. They can hurt … level … entire cities if they are strong enough. Ivak did it once… and ruined the world. Do you see?” She said, releasing him and then drawing her hand down to stroke the sensitive skin of his inner thigh.
“You can bleed then, loose consciousness, even die. Often you have no control, and you transmute within your body like a morpher, but utterly untrained. You can never let it get that bad, Xira. Not ever.” Kavala said, bending lower to bite at his pectoral gently. Her teeth nipped but did not break the skin. It was obvious the Konti was a tactile person, and one that loved the sensation of textures and colors. She was comfortable with Xira, familiar now, and growing moreso each moment. In fact, the only time she broke eye contact with him in the near darkness was to glance up and admire the chiaroscuro of the moonlight on the uneven wind and wave tossed sand.
Her luminous gaze met his again and she smiled.
“That’s the darker side of magic, the darkest in fact. But there are so many other sides, and so much good you can do with your power. The whole of The Sanctuary is built by Geomancy and clever carpentry.” The Konti said, settling against him and finally giving into the temptation of laying her head on his shoulder, stretching her free arm across his stomach. She rubbed his opposite arm with her free hand, taking his in hers. Xira could tell she wasn’t in a hurry and she was open to new things and new possibilities, and more than willing to teach him what she knew about magic and anything else he might want to learn.
