10-14-2019, 09:44 PM
A nearly-dead body couldn’t come back without a little effort, first. A mere mortal’s light would’ve long been snuffed out, but Eyas (being of the immortal variety type soul) had to travel a nearly endless road to reach it. Unlike her sire and brothers, Eyas lacked the innate power to simply heal herself and spring back into action; her remaining sparks felt the gusty breath of Otter-Set’s slap and they burst into the tiniest of flames again.
Underneath Set’s sturdy, brown paws, Eyas convulsed a bit. Her stomach - engorged with water - clenched and shifted her legs with a jerk.
Life came back to Eyas slowly, and she felt a separate and very important part of herself being dragged back from a curious place. The instant before her eyes flared open and water came gushing out of her sinuses, the still-young pegasus mare felt an awareness about her spirit, about how it felt like she’d been wandering of her own free will through the darkness, and she clung to that for a moment until the pain of heaving riverwater back into the river wiped that awareness clean.
She blinked quietly through her black forelock, the only part of her odd mane that grew out to a normal length, and felt her skin sagging around her face and body from the added weight of water. Around them it might’ve been summer, but being severely malnourished and half-crazed left Eyas shivering anyways. One of her wings still lay sodden and limp in the water, glinting now and then when the blue sections hit light. Is this… real? She questioned herself, sucking in a jagged breath of pure fire.
Was it?
She looked around, scanning the river and banks beyond it, peering through the thicket of forest opposite them both and then to her right and down the pebble beach. She saw Set, only noticing him now when moments before he’d been the creature smacking her. Weakened, she was powerless to resist the sudden and undoubtedly offensive intrusion into his sight; her gift had complete control in the moment. It could feel like a rough shove or a clawing grasp of magic, but it didn’t seek to steal or alter - only nose about. Against Set’s own magic it could fall short… but there was enough sense in Eyas to know that her gift wouldn’t waste it’s time looking into some common river otter's sight.
“Oh Gods -” She rasped with an aching throat and ironically dry tongue, “- I, I’m so sorry.” The matted girl croaked to Otter-Set, knowing that he wasn’t an otter and knowing that he probably knew that she knew… ugh. What a mess. The visions were always a convoluted mess, giving her more problems than solutions.
“You sho - should go.” She stammered, rolling her sinfully black gaze away from the creature and into the roots of nearby cattails. “It’s not safe to... I’m not safe. If you -” And she coughed, rattling the wind through her lungs with such a violent seizure that her entire body heaved as if it might collapse again, “- can’t stay. Just go.”
She was tired. Talking had taken it out of her; the greediness of her manipulation zapped what reserve energy she’d used to reanimate herself. If the stranger inside the Otter skin chose to stay, he could expect more of her ‘prodding’ so to speak. “Please go.” The mare whispered, lowering her dark-pointed face into the muck.
@[Set] let me know if anything needs changing; she basically tried to force a peep into his vision
Underneath Set’s sturdy, brown paws, Eyas convulsed a bit. Her stomach - engorged with water - clenched and shifted her legs with a jerk.
Life came back to Eyas slowly, and she felt a separate and very important part of herself being dragged back from a curious place. The instant before her eyes flared open and water came gushing out of her sinuses, the still-young pegasus mare felt an awareness about her spirit, about how it felt like she’d been wandering of her own free will through the darkness, and she clung to that for a moment until the pain of heaving riverwater back into the river wiped that awareness clean.
She blinked quietly through her black forelock, the only part of her odd mane that grew out to a normal length, and felt her skin sagging around her face and body from the added weight of water. Around them it might’ve been summer, but being severely malnourished and half-crazed left Eyas shivering anyways. One of her wings still lay sodden and limp in the water, glinting now and then when the blue sections hit light. Is this… real? She questioned herself, sucking in a jagged breath of pure fire.
Was it?
She looked around, scanning the river and banks beyond it, peering through the thicket of forest opposite them both and then to her right and down the pebble beach. She saw Set, only noticing him now when moments before he’d been the creature smacking her. Weakened, she was powerless to resist the sudden and undoubtedly offensive intrusion into his sight; her gift had complete control in the moment. It could feel like a rough shove or a clawing grasp of magic, but it didn’t seek to steal or alter - only nose about. Against Set’s own magic it could fall short… but there was enough sense in Eyas to know that her gift wouldn’t waste it’s time looking into some common river otter's sight.
“Oh Gods -” She rasped with an aching throat and ironically dry tongue, “- I, I’m so sorry.” The matted girl croaked to Otter-Set, knowing that he wasn’t an otter and knowing that he probably knew that she knew… ugh. What a mess. The visions were always a convoluted mess, giving her more problems than solutions.
“You sho - should go.” She stammered, rolling her sinfully black gaze away from the creature and into the roots of nearby cattails. “It’s not safe to... I’m not safe. If you -” And she coughed, rattling the wind through her lungs with such a violent seizure that her entire body heaved as if it might collapse again, “- can’t stay. Just go.”
She was tired. Talking had taken it out of her; the greediness of her manipulation zapped what reserve energy she’d used to reanimate herself. If the stranger inside the Otter skin chose to stay, he could expect more of her ‘prodding’ so to speak. “Please go.” The mare whispered, lowering her dark-pointed face into the muck.
@[Set] let me know if anything needs changing; she basically tried to force a peep into his vision