RP:Lunar mage meets scary artist
The light breeze that travelled through Kelay is no more as the wind picks up and begins to whip around you, creating a maelstorm of chaos and confusion. Nature, here, seems to have fought back, no longer content to intertwine with the elven dweomers that calmed into the town. Rumor holds that dark magics once went awry, and the effects linger on. Farther north, brambles and thorned boughs reach out for you, barring further passage. To the south, the calm of Kelay calls you back.
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Summary: Sara's perspective on life shifts ever so slighty at watching a traveler literally paint an ant onto a scroll, and somehow damage it in the process...
First post missing, this sprouted from randomness so I didn't include that, something about me poking him and poiting at some ants calling for their destruction >_>
Leifantiel 's tall, robe-covered frame shifted in reaction to the prodding. For a moment, the taveler's expression was fixed... like a porcelain mask. A polite, if obviously faked smile followed. "Oh? Destruction? No... no... I'm not the destruction sort. I just study, and write. Destruction is so... so..." he paused for a moment, to display earnest frustration with the search for a suitable word. "... un-clean."
Saraluna smirked, the girls form was likewise covered in a thin, though opaque black cloak, her overly long platinum hair swaying in a mild breeze, fox-like ears poked out from her skull, "To study is a fair trade indeed, always there is space to learn more, for us all." She planted the base of her staff on the ground, leaning slightly onto it.
Saraluna oocly totally forgot to mention anything about her hair and skin glittering sparcely >_>
Leifantiel 's cloak fluttered in the chill autumn breeze. The crimson fabric rippled and waved, creating curious patterns from the otherwise abstract black lines which marked it. The lanky elf watched for a few minutes of interest, then shifted his emerald gaze back to the fox-like woman to assess her. "Indeed... one can only perfect his or her art through fastidious study." Again he offered that fabricated smile... though this time he would hold it. "You engage in the art of destruction, then? Tell me... do you not find it... mess?"
Leifantiel oocly fixes a couple of things. 'few minutes of interest' should be 'moments*' of interest. 'Again he offered that fabricated smile' should have been followed by a comma, and the last word in that last sentence should have been 'messy*'. There. Fix'd.
Saraluna Shrugged, "All things have their place, destruction becons chaos by it's nature" Sara's own cloak was interwoven with some form of crstalline dust, which added just enough weight to keep it from moving about too much in the light breeze that encompassed the two. "I can fight, yet I also find delight in embracing what is around me."
Leifantiel canted his head to the side curiously, then shifted once more to approach the rather sizable ants. Plucking one up, he inspected it whilst it wriggled and squirmed about in his clutches. With his other hand, he lazily painted an image of the ant on a scroll of paper strapped to his wrist. The more resolute the ant became on paper, the quicker it faded away in his hand... until at last the wriggling insect was gone. Only then did the traveler deign to speak again. "Delight. A good word. It has a very cheerful sound to it. Delight... pleasing to the ear..."
Saraluna tilter her head slightly herself and she bore witness to the stranger... painting the ant away? She was at a loss as to what had just occured, she then started thinking about how tragic it would be if he painted her... She leaned forward on her staff a bit more, causing it to sink a tiny bit into the dirt, lowering her already tiny frame closer to the ground, so far as her appearences offered, she was likely around the age of 14, her own emerald eyes continued to ponder what had just happened, curiosity somewhat evidenced by her expression.
Leifantiel glanced over his shoulder at the female, still smiling that emotionless smile. "Agony... is another good word. It sounds just as bad as what it means. Agonize... agony... very unpleasant to the ear." There was a hint of malice in his eye as he tore the painting of the ant from the roll of paper and crumpled it into a ball. "Imperfect. We live in an imperfect world. As such... even my beautiful art has flaws. Tragic. I do so wish I could witness something perfect." As he stepped away from the crumpled paper, the ethereal screams of the tortured ant rippled through the fabric of the veil. This cause the traveler to pause, glance back, and wave his wand half-heartedly. Out sprang the ant once more... though now it was twisted and deformed horribly. Maddened by pain, the ruined creature immediately attacked the first ant to draw near... provoking the rest to sweep in and kill it swiftly. The traveler did not care to watch... he had already lost interest with the creatures. "Where might there be other interesting things to observe? Would you know? There must be more than these simple, mindless vermin."
Saraluna was somewhat lost in watching the deformed ant get mutilated further by the ones who remained normal, at first she didn't really pay head to what the traveler said, finally registering the words a few seconds after they were spoken, "Hm?!...oh," she paused a moment to grant thought to the inquisition, also pondering what it might be like to live in a perfect world, and what that would mean, though her mind readily came up with absolutely nothing... "Well..." She pushed into her staff to lift herself back up to her normal height, proceeding to point south, "there be a nice tree in the forest off there, a few wolves as well, which chased me out not but a few days past." She was trying to disect his words as she offered her responce, agony... she wasn't sure just how she felt about the subject.
Leifantiel 's smile faded away, leaving his face once more a porcelain mask. "Ah... wolves. Those would be quite pleasing to study. And if I take them with me... then you would be free to enjoy that nice tree!" His cloak fluttered again, wipped around, and then fell still. This time, however, there had been no breeze. "You are quite interesting, as well. Far more so than these... ants, at any rate. Perhaps I will have the opportunity to indulge myself and study you further." And with that, he began to head off in the direction of this mentioned tree.
Saraluna was not actually certain how she should take the final comment, should she feel flattered, or freak out? Or just stand there as she did, almost unmoving, and silent, watching the stranger walk off where she was still pointing, Realizing this truth, she lowered her hand to her side, retrieving her staff fully from the earths grasp, clenching it in both hands, which she allowed to hang almost limp , holding the staff itself reasonably horizontal as she continued to watch the stranger depart.