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[August 21] [Original] A First Time for Everything
Title: A First Time for Everything
Day / Theme: August 21 -- when you open up your wings to speak
Rating: PG
Series: Original
Characters: Adeli, Ederian
Summary: Adeli figures something out. Ederian watches.
Notes: Ederian, you are being kind of creepy, honestly. Stop it.
She’s never been told to do this sort of thing before, though it hasn’t occurred to her that it may not be possible. Adeli frowns and gestures, speaking nonsense words as she has heard the older children do. Still nothing, though there is power wrapping itself around her, making the air a bit heavier and pale to those who can see.
It’s part instinct and part logic, when it finally clicks: the only people she’s ever seen do magic were partially transformed. She hadn’t thought much of it – it’s a rare person old enough to wear their wings that doesn’t – but it was worth a try.
The real test was more one of whether they saw the connection and managed the transformation deliberately than anything else. The way her wings stretch out behind her, spinning shape and existence out of the air, looks painful, but it often does. It does not help that the face of an avian shifting, especially if they haven’t had much practice at it, is terrifying.
She says something, probably overheard once upon a time and then changed all around in her head, and the handful of stones turn to glass.
I smile, watching her, and fight back an insane urge to clap.
Day / Theme: August 21 -- when you open up your wings to speak
Rating: PG
Series: Original
Characters: Adeli, Ederian
Summary: Adeli figures something out. Ederian watches.
Notes: Ederian, you are being kind of creepy, honestly. Stop it.
She’s never been told to do this sort of thing before, though it hasn’t occurred to her that it may not be possible. Adeli frowns and gestures, speaking nonsense words as she has heard the older children do. Still nothing, though there is power wrapping itself around her, making the air a bit heavier and pale to those who can see.
It’s part instinct and part logic, when it finally clicks: the only people she’s ever seen do magic were partially transformed. She hadn’t thought much of it – it’s a rare person old enough to wear their wings that doesn’t – but it was worth a try.
The real test was more one of whether they saw the connection and managed the transformation deliberately than anything else. The way her wings stretch out behind her, spinning shape and existence out of the air, looks painful, but it often does. It does not help that the face of an avian shifting, especially if they haven’t had much practice at it, is terrifying.
She says something, probably overheard once upon a time and then changed all around in her head, and the handful of stones turn to glass.
I smile, watching her, and fight back an insane urge to clap.