Journey of Wind and Water
Iliea gasped and steadied her trusty bow. Her lengthy travels had led her to a broad, expansive spring established upon a huge hill overlooking settlements below for miles upon miles. The wind jostled her hurriedly pulled together braid as well as the nearby hanging grove of trees, and warned that she wasn't alone.
A cumbersome brute of a creature known as the Sciath burst from the grove, with an unholy growling noise that would make even the goddesses quake. Its eyes were gloomy and piercing as it dragged extensive, birdlike appendages behind it as it advanced. It appeared to be studying the area for something, and she sincerely hoped it hadn't heard her approaching.
She'd been warned about these remarkable creatures, and she'd heard countless tales of other mage-folk getting too close. Some of her class had even told her frightful tales of their eyes being pecked out! Still, Iliea needed a handful of those feathers to awaken her sister, and she was willing to face the danger. Rumours had fuelled most of her knowledge, still, so she was clueless as to what awaited. Her drawn arrow glimmered in the light peeking through the trees, and she murmured a charm practised by her ancestors, watching the arrowhead fade into a mysterious, tranquilising violet.
She drew in a long-drawn, soundless breath and let her arrow glide through the wind, attracting the attention of the Sciath in the trees. She darts expertly through the trees but the creature is fast, even withheld by her sorcery. She stumbles and nearly trips over a tree root, and the sound of waves breaking almost makes her stumble anew.
Behind her, from the spring, a water nymph descends freezing water upon the Sciath, and it slows, letting out another deep growl before turning towards the spring. "Need some help? I'm always looking for an excuse to stretch my water-bending wings!"
In the time it took for the nymph to speak, Iliea had scaled the nearest tree and readied another arrow, but she didn't have the strength to enchant this one. Still, her aim was trained and impeccable. The arrow burrowed itself deep into the shoulder of the beast, green blood running into its feathers.
"I just need to stun it for a few moments," she says, gasping from the effort as she speaks, "Can you help with that?"
"With ease!" Her hands weaved and led the water along gracefully, and Iliea focused all of her spirit into weaving the sleeping spell into the powerful stream of water before her. The combined energy of witchcraft and the endurance of water bested the foul creature, and they watched as it fell with a tumultuous crash.
Wasting no time, she plucked her desired, darker feathers from the gigantic beast for her sister's aid. Still, her journey wasn't over yet, she had to return homeward. Turning towards the spring, her eyes darted towards the nymph, a question behind her eyes.
"How would you like to go on an adventure?"
A cumbersome brute of a creature known as the Sciath burst from the grove, with an unholy growling noise that would make even the goddesses quake. Its eyes were gloomy and piercing as it dragged extensive, birdlike appendages behind it as it advanced. It appeared to be studying the area for something, and she sincerely hoped it hadn't heard her approaching.
She'd been warned about these remarkable creatures, and she'd heard countless tales of other mage-folk getting too close. Some of her class had even told her frightful tales of their eyes being pecked out! Still, Iliea needed a handful of those feathers to awaken her sister, and she was willing to face the danger. Rumours had fuelled most of her knowledge, still, so she was clueless as to what awaited. Her drawn arrow glimmered in the light peeking through the trees, and she murmured a charm practised by her ancestors, watching the arrowhead fade into a mysterious, tranquilising violet.
She drew in a long-drawn, soundless breath and let her arrow glide through the wind, attracting the attention of the Sciath in the trees. She darts expertly through the trees but the creature is fast, even withheld by her sorcery. She stumbles and nearly trips over a tree root, and the sound of waves breaking almost makes her stumble anew.
Behind her, from the spring, a water nymph descends freezing water upon the Sciath, and it slows, letting out another deep growl before turning towards the spring. "Need some help? I'm always looking for an excuse to stretch my water-bending wings!"
In the time it took for the nymph to speak, Iliea had scaled the nearest tree and readied another arrow, but she didn't have the strength to enchant this one. Still, her aim was trained and impeccable. The arrow burrowed itself deep into the shoulder of the beast, green blood running into its feathers.
"I just need to stun it for a few moments," she says, gasping from the effort as she speaks, "Can you help with that?"
"With ease!" Her hands weaved and led the water along gracefully, and Iliea focused all of her spirit into weaving the sleeping spell into the powerful stream of water before her. The combined energy of witchcraft and the endurance of water bested the foul creature, and they watched as it fell with a tumultuous crash.
Wasting no time, she plucked her desired, darker feathers from the gigantic beast for her sister's aid. Still, her journey wasn't over yet, she had to return homeward. Turning towards the spring, her eyes darted towards the nymph, a question behind her eyes.
"How would you like to go on an adventure?"
Mia May
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