| It was that sensation of passion. It’s a blind and furious emotion, it is shot into one’s core where it breeds and crawls through every crevice of the soul and mind, seeping into the deepest inner working of the character and contorting it in a single sweeping motion that boils from the depths of the self and erupts in all its rawness. It is complimented by pain, wonder, and shyness, but a shyness no one sees. Her lacking was obvious, nothing to wonder dear Sira. You’re not wrong there. She can only dream, you must justify. But do you really see it all? Do you see how jealous she really is and why it puts her so on edge? Even on the open air she feels as if in chains, weighed down by her own conscious that just screams for a freedom that is still just so far from reach, and she’s still bound and unable to reach further. Life must be nice living free. Ti`ue was very wrong, but for the moment she’d justify it with any lie should could evoke from that darker side. For the moment it was necessary; it was all an act. She knew, Tiaue`a, that later on it would haunt her even more. And there she’d be in the aeries just wishing to fall down cold, bare, and fragile left to weep out all of her frustrations as if the tears would swell over the burning inside of her. She had no mate, no rider, no one to call friend. Not the eagles you fly with friend, but the person who’d be there holding you in their warming embrace as you’d shed every last tear in an effort to comfort. Just the effort would mean the world in an indescribable way of that instant. She had nothing, and no way to deal with it all otherwise. That’s all she had to show for it, more open skies. Not even worth the time, that was Tiaue`a. A coward, fiendishly bitter, lonesome, and a failure… Perhaps not entirely. But at this time it overwhelmed her. Ti`ue sputtered every curse, mockery, and challenge her conscious raced over as the pulses shot up through her brain. Not even the most intimate of Endals would understand in clarity the nature of the language, this communication only a bird could understand, their own language. The telekinetic link was fading quickly, and Sira – truly being so noble and acute in her decisions to save herself the effort- made her way back to the peace of home. She felt every feather on her body flare up in violent tones as the accents of her plumage, red and the lightest cream, almost white, sprang to life from her wings; Syna’s rays, even fading, were beautiful against the outburst. The divines never let down their appearances. There was still a crowd, thinning now that the challenge went unanswered and no clear winner taking the applause. There were the faint “oo”s and “ah”s that admired the fiery bird from afar. Keeping up appearances, that’s what she was doing. Ti`ue turned back toward to the Edge and claimed what might seem a victory. No one could have heard to true fight that ensued, and how Sira beat Ti`ue’s ego like a drum till her most bestial part lashed out. That was a victory. This show…it was just a show. If that were to hold true, then the crowd wanted its finale, its dance of celebration, the victory cry… She was high in the air and beat her wings furiously to race back still. She let the wind take her, but it only seemed to drag her more than she hoped to glide. Her wings started again and she started for her dismount. From her dive she began to climb the clouds once more until the horizon burned below her and then back upright again. She circled back downward, looped again in that vertical path and spiraled back to the top of the circle. Spinning and spinning, letting the air rush through her… How she longed for the wind on her bare skin again…the cool caress of Zultrav… She erupted at the top, wings out full-spread, screeching in at the top of her voices at the highest pitch she could, echoing into the valley below. She saw Sira disappearing into the horizon as the amusement of the crowd exploded back at her. Ti`ue rolled her back and dove back for the Edge. Her chest was thumping, a drum, and her whole form vibrated against it. She struggled at those last moment as the ground grew nearer to tip her gaze from Sira… Oh, how nice it must feel to be free… |
OOCTi`ue is concluded on this one. Send it for grading once you’re completely done with it. Not sure if Sira has anything left to reflect on or react to in private. This was very good…the relationship is starting to flesh out on multiple levels. Until we thread again!
