The Pinnacle
06-15-2018, 02:41 PM
She turns to face you, and in this place—this mood; the light and the music and the hypnotic sway of bodies, the sweat still lacing your dark skin—the dark, brooding burden you've carried with you has lifted. In that moment, your world is simple and narrow: the content, rapid beating of your heart, the atmosphere pressing against you, two friends before you.
She says your name and your smile morphs, becomes a little different. It's almost like your heart skips a beat and your veins flutter, and you have to fight your mouth to keep it from baring your fangs; if your facial muscles had things their way, you'd probably smile wide enough to split your face in two. It'd look horrible.
But things don't last, as they tend to not do. She looks away as darkness seeps through the atmosphere, her eyes drawn to Kisamoa. You feel your smile fade, not because she looks away, but because you feel for the misfit creature, that patchwork deity—and feeling his unhappiness saddens you. What has happened, to sour his mood? Before you took to the sky, his tail had been dancing, at least, but now..?
Then your Hopelight starts to spin faster around you, as they do around everyone; you watch it, wary, and you flinch as it suddenly rockets towards your left hip. It collides with you in an impact of light and warmth, a sizzling burn like a branding iron, but without the painful aftermath—and in its wake, a pointy, stylized star glows on your haunch.
"Well," you breathe, still shaken by the light's assault, peering at Taivas and Dragon Man. They both sport small glowing markings.
When you raise your eyes again, you notice that Hope is gone, but Kisamoa encourages you all to continue the party in her absence. You look again to your friends, shrugging slightly.
She says your name and your smile morphs, becomes a little different. It's almost like your heart skips a beat and your veins flutter, and you have to fight your mouth to keep it from baring your fangs; if your facial muscles had things their way, you'd probably smile wide enough to split your face in two. It'd look horrible.
But things don't last, as they tend to not do. She looks away as darkness seeps through the atmosphere, her eyes drawn to Kisamoa. You feel your smile fade, not because she looks away, but because you feel for the misfit creature, that patchwork deity—and feeling his unhappiness saddens you. What has happened, to sour his mood? Before you took to the sky, his tail had been dancing, at least, but now..?
Then your Hopelight starts to spin faster around you, as they do around everyone; you watch it, wary, and you flinch as it suddenly rockets towards your left hip. It collides with you in an impact of light and warmth, a sizzling burn like a branding iron, but without the painful aftermath—and in its wake, a pointy, stylized star glows on your haunch.
"Well," you breathe, still shaken by the light's assault, peering at Taivas and Dragon Man. They both sport small glowing markings.
When you raise your eyes again, you notice that Hope is gone, but Kisamoa encourages you all to continue the party in her absence. You look again to your friends, shrugging slightly.
