- Prompt D: [Kierella's charm was bright, pastel green sand tucked inside a small brown pouch. It was a gift from one of her fellow Otherworlders based upon the type of her amulet, and she appreciated it--even more so because the charm was working, intensifying her appreciation into a glow. She wondered if the sand charms of other emotions would work on her, or whether they wouldn't intensify an emotion that didn't exist in her body--like wheels spinning in mud. She had a feeling it was the latter, but she didn't want to test it out regardless. She had been reborn with no emotions: better not to circumvent the body her Lord Synk had given her.
Still, the feeling of appreciation was intense: a crisp and refreshing feeling in her chest like being scrubbed clean. She had felt a smaller sense of this when thinking of her god, but never quite this way. As she sat in the park, she noticed the plants around her bench had taken on more of a green sheen and looked a little taller, as if fully embracing the rays from the sun.
It did not last long. She looked up and saw a little girl, dozing in the grass under the shade of a tree. Inexplicably, she saw her younger, human self as the little girl, dozing on the banks of the river next to her home in Brai while her mother watched her at the window, writing a letter in a rare moment of normalcy. It was a vivid memory she'd forgotten, now resurfacing again: the blades of grass tickling her ankles, the warm embrace of the sunlight, the slight worry as she drifted to sleep that her mother might at many moment may begin drinking again, ending the temporary peace.
The memory was sharp and sent a dull pain of emotion through her chest. She wanted to somehow inhabit that little girl's--the real little girl's--body, just to feel those things again. Kierella did not allow herself to panic. She couldn't. She simply felt the envy eating at her from the inside. The sand charm had definitely gotten something wrong: there was not only appreciation, but the darker shades of envy in there, too.
Something fell onto the girl. The tree's branches, the lower ones. The girl screamed but it was difficult to hear: her faces was smothered underneath the leaves. At another time Kierella would have thought it unfashionably funny. Instead, she unsheathed her sword and ran over, hacking the branches aside with a cold efficiency as the girl screamed and struggled underneath her.]
If you keep moving and screaming that way, you'll lose your breath and energy. [It wasn't intended to be mean, only matter of fact. It sounded awkward, but it got the point across: the girl went still as Kierella continued to saw at the branches.]
Questions: I assume all of her powers are a-ok for Verens/the island, but please let me know if they need adjusting.
part 11 - and done!
Sample (July TDM):
- Prompt D: [Kierella's charm was bright, pastel green sand tucked inside a small brown pouch. It was a gift from one of her fellow Otherworlders based upon the type of her amulet, and she appreciated it--even more so because the charm was working, intensifying her appreciation into a glow. She wondered if the sand charms of other emotions would work on her, or whether they wouldn't intensify an emotion that didn't exist in her body--like wheels spinning in mud. She had a feeling it was the latter, but she didn't want to test it out regardless. She had been reborn with no emotions: better not to circumvent the body her Lord Synk had given her.
Still, the feeling of appreciation was intense: a crisp and refreshing feeling in her chest like being scrubbed clean. She had felt a smaller sense of this when thinking of her god, but never quite this way. As she sat in the park, she noticed the plants around her bench had taken on more of a green sheen and looked a little taller, as if fully embracing the rays from the sun.
It did not last long. She looked up and saw a little girl, dozing in the grass under the shade of a tree. Inexplicably, she saw her younger, human self as the little girl, dozing on the banks of the river next to her home in Brai while her mother watched her at the window, writing a letter in a rare moment of normalcy. It was a vivid memory she'd forgotten, now resurfacing again: the blades of grass tickling her ankles, the warm embrace of the sunlight, the slight worry as she drifted to sleep that her mother might at many moment may begin drinking again, ending the temporary peace.
The memory was sharp and sent a dull pain of emotion through her chest. She wanted to somehow inhabit that little girl's--the real little girl's--body, just to feel those things again. Kierella did not allow herself to panic. She couldn't. She simply felt the envy eating at her from the inside. The sand charm had definitely gotten something wrong: there was not only appreciation, but the darker shades of envy in there, too.
Something fell onto the girl. The tree's branches, the lower ones. The girl screamed but it was difficult to hear: her faces was smothered underneath the leaves. At another time Kierella would have thought it unfashionably funny. Instead, she unsheathed her sword and ran over, hacking the branches aside with a cold efficiency as the girl screamed and struggled underneath her.]
If you keep moving and screaming that way, you'll lose your breath and energy. [It wasn't intended to be mean, only matter of fact. It sounded awkward, but it got the point across: the girl went still as Kierella continued to saw at the branches.]
Questions: I assume all of her powers are a-ok for Verens/the island, but please let me know if they need adjusting.