The Portal
No.
A momentary relief touches her heart but, now, having noticed the slick pelt quickly freezing in the winter chill, the shaman has no time to relax. From her hooves, a strange pulsing smoke begins to draw from the sleeping earth below. The figure is a pallid blue, and ever so briefly a face forms in the smoke as it slips from the snow. The smoke reaches out toward the dark body of the shivering stranger, swirling about and seeking the tear leaking blood onto the snow.
The spirit attempts to mend the torn bits of flesh, but it can do nothing about the chill rapidly filling his body. The spirit slips back to the ground, returning to its deep slumber.
When he closes his eyes for a moment and seems to shudder, his knees buckle and he falls to the earth. Panic grips the core of Taivas's body for a moment, though outwardly she remains like a statue. A scramble of exhausted limbs brings him back to rest haphazardly against the trunk of the tree once more. His tired eyes find their way to her, a single plea slipping from his frozen, quivering lips. Help.
A smile, small but radiant, forms on Taivas's lips. "Alright," she agrees, quickly sending herself into motion.
The gap between them is closed in a moment, her pale body moving in parallel to his own form wracked with chill and shivers and fatigue. Steeling herself for the sudden shock of wet in the night air, Taivas takes a deep breath in. She tries to gently push her dry pelt against his own, wing bending to arc above and around him. This is a desperate attempt for momentary warmth to the fading stranger. In this moment, Taivas begins to understand why her mother preferred the Sun to the shimmering stars and night sky. She, much like the stardust that was breathed into her, could provide little warmth and comfort, while the Sun was capable of heating the entire world.
Oh, well, she thinks to herself before setting her attention on solving the problem. She could start a fire, but finding dry wood and rock for spark in the damp forest seemed unlikely; she suddenly envied Syksy and his gift of starfire. In lieu of fire, they needed shelter from the wind and a place to insulate what heat she could provide. Immediately, her mind thinks of the caves leading under the ocean but knows he would not make the journey. Looking around, neon lights dance in the distance against dark trunks. Her eye catches upon the crooked form of a felled tree, and an idea begins to take shape.
A hollowed out trunk, if she could locate one close enough, would be suitable until sunrise.
The girl closes her eyes, letting her own breathing slow. She ignores the malicious eyes staring and gawking in the dark. She tunes out the shivers and shaking of her company. She listens to the earth under her hooves. She silently calls to the spirits, and, though they are quieter here in the Rift, they answer her. Her head turns toward the south, and a feeling of reassurance begins to grow in her heart - what others might refer to as a hunch. Opening her eyes, looking up toward the canopy, she sees what looks like the skeletal remains of a great tree not far from them. The stark whitewashed bark gleams in the moonlight.
"Lean on me," she requests of him. "You will have to walk." She does not ask if he can. Whether or not he believes he can is irrelevant, for he must if he wants to escape the callous grip of winter.
Slowly, step by step, she begins to turn toward the south - small, patient steps, but confident all the same.
Disappearing into the tree line and brush, a crooked pathway is illuminated by the mild glow of her coat. Shortly down the path, a yawning maw from an old dead tree begins shine back at her in the dark. Its trunk has decayed enough to form a small cavern at the base, a temporary shelter. "There." The wing not embracing the soaked boy points toward the tree's carcass. Underneath, while still cold, the earth is at least dry. The air, while still cold, is still instead of biting. The floor is strewn with the refuse of autumn, dried leaves and twigs.
""
A momentary relief touches her heart but, now, having noticed the slick pelt quickly freezing in the winter chill, the shaman has no time to relax. From her hooves, a strange pulsing smoke begins to draw from the sleeping earth below. The figure is a pallid blue, and ever so briefly a face forms in the smoke as it slips from the snow. The smoke reaches out toward the dark body of the shivering stranger, swirling about and seeking the tear leaking blood onto the snow.
The spirit attempts to mend the torn bits of flesh, but it can do nothing about the chill rapidly filling his body. The spirit slips back to the ground, returning to its deep slumber.
When he closes his eyes for a moment and seems to shudder, his knees buckle and he falls to the earth. Panic grips the core of Taivas's body for a moment, though outwardly she remains like a statue. A scramble of exhausted limbs brings him back to rest haphazardly against the trunk of the tree once more. His tired eyes find their way to her, a single plea slipping from his frozen, quivering lips. Help.
A smile, small but radiant, forms on Taivas's lips. "Alright," she agrees, quickly sending herself into motion.
The gap between them is closed in a moment, her pale body moving in parallel to his own form wracked with chill and shivers and fatigue. Steeling herself for the sudden shock of wet in the night air, Taivas takes a deep breath in. She tries to gently push her dry pelt against his own, wing bending to arc above and around him. This is a desperate attempt for momentary warmth to the fading stranger. In this moment, Taivas begins to understand why her mother preferred the Sun to the shimmering stars and night sky. She, much like the stardust that was breathed into her, could provide little warmth and comfort, while the Sun was capable of heating the entire world.
Oh, well, she thinks to herself before setting her attention on solving the problem. She could start a fire, but finding dry wood and rock for spark in the damp forest seemed unlikely; she suddenly envied Syksy and his gift of starfire. In lieu of fire, they needed shelter from the wind and a place to insulate what heat she could provide. Immediately, her mind thinks of the caves leading under the ocean but knows he would not make the journey. Looking around, neon lights dance in the distance against dark trunks. Her eye catches upon the crooked form of a felled tree, and an idea begins to take shape.
A hollowed out trunk, if she could locate one close enough, would be suitable until sunrise.
The girl closes her eyes, letting her own breathing slow. She ignores the malicious eyes staring and gawking in the dark. She tunes out the shivers and shaking of her company. She listens to the earth under her hooves. She silently calls to the spirits, and, though they are quieter here in the Rift, they answer her. Her head turns toward the south, and a feeling of reassurance begins to grow in her heart - what others might refer to as a hunch. Opening her eyes, looking up toward the canopy, she sees what looks like the skeletal remains of a great tree not far from them. The stark whitewashed bark gleams in the moonlight.
"Lean on me," she requests of him. "You will have to walk." She does not ask if he can. Whether or not he believes he can is irrelevant, for he must if he wants to escape the callous grip of winter.
Slowly, step by step, she begins to turn toward the south - small, patient steps, but confident all the same.
Disappearing into the tree line and brush, a crooked pathway is illuminated by the mild glow of her coat. Shortly down the path, a yawning maw from an old dead tree begins shine back at her in the dark. Its trunk has decayed enough to form a small cavern at the base, a temporary shelter. "There." The wing not embracing the soaked boy points toward the tree's carcass. Underneath, while still cold, the earth is at least dry. The air, while still cold, is still instead of biting. The floor is strewn with the refuse of autumn, dried leaves and twigs.
""
So seize the day 'Cause you have come so far
Watched a million frowns turn into smiles
Lost all track of time Felt the energy of a million stars
You'll feel love again after the rain
Watched a million frowns turn into smiles
Lost all track of time Felt the energy of a million stars
You'll feel love again after the rain
Taivas
[ ooc - tried my best not to assume too much, but if you want me to edit anything let me know. <3 ]
