05-22-2024, 04:58 PM
The queen’s reaction is as dull as he had anticipated. She tilts her head, staring blankly at the fish wriggling futilely on dry ground, their mouths gaping in staccato horror. He cannot recall when he had taken himself so seriously. No doubt there was such a time, when the Chamber’s crown sat crooked on his two-toned head and his world lay submissive and prone at his feet … With an invisible tug, he returns the fish to their original state and their watery doldrums, ducking under the surface himself.
Using his powers had not always come easily. It had started during the Alliance, the magicks involved changing the very fabric of his being. There was a time where he had little to no control, relying on the manipulation of his own emotions to force the changes. Or changes back, as it were. He distinctly recalls the helpless feeling a caterpillar experiences when flung through the air by a capricious child … Now, after so many years and experiences, though still a drain on his natural energy, there is always energy to siphon and replenish, Beqanna being rife with all kinds of creatures.
He resurfaces nearer Orieta, spitting water through his teeth in a stream that doesn’t quite reach her. “Pleasure, Orieta of the lovely purple tail,” he replies to her earlier introduction, as if he’d not taken a cheeky fish-throwing detour. He gives her an exaggerated wink, treading water and ignoring Kreed for the moment. “Why leave the sea for dark places such as this? You don’t strike me as too awfully adventurous.”
As if suddenly remembering the Chamber queen’s presence, he spins in the water to face her on the shore. “I do!”
Using his powers had not always come easily. It had started during the Alliance, the magicks involved changing the very fabric of his being. There was a time where he had little to no control, relying on the manipulation of his own emotions to force the changes. Or changes back, as it were. He distinctly recalls the helpless feeling a caterpillar experiences when flung through the air by a capricious child … Now, after so many years and experiences, though still a drain on his natural energy, there is always energy to siphon and replenish, Beqanna being rife with all kinds of creatures.
He resurfaces nearer Orieta, spitting water through his teeth in a stream that doesn’t quite reach her. “Pleasure, Orieta of the lovely purple tail,” he replies to her earlier introduction, as if he’d not taken a cheeky fish-throwing detour. He gives her an exaggerated wink, treading water and ignoring Kreed for the moment. “Why leave the sea for dark places such as this? You don’t strike me as too awfully adventurous.”
As if suddenly remembering the Chamber queen’s presence, he spins in the water to face her on the shore. “I do!”
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Kreed