01-16-2019, 09:38 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-17-2019, 04:25 AM by Ivan Sarkozy.)
Damn but this garden was amazing. He felt like he was in a fantasy land. Truthfully, despite the eye-candy (ok, the girls were a huge selling point- Sara being one of the most stunning women he had ever seen), the MIO had changed too much in his opinion. It wasn't a local hangout anymore. It was upscale and swanky- never his crowd.
And yet, the effort and expense of this place....well, you couldn't deny it. He watched the various "creatures" in awe, and then only smirked when Nox popped a flame of for Sara without thought. Yep. Guy was out and proud. Heh. Idly he wondered if one day channelers would have some sort of Pride Parade. It was far less of an issue these days, but you always had hold-overs. It would be interesting.
He realized he hadn't told Danya he could channel. It hadn't even occurred to him. Why? He hadn't with his parents until later- much later. Why keep something so important private? Especially now that Domovoi was going to increase in importance, it would come out eventually.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, he decided. If some sort of event happened, he would be there. And more importantly, the next time he saw Danya, he'd tell her. She deserved to know everything about him, if they were to have an honest shot.
Nox channeled at the bee, housing it in a bubble of air he tied off. Nice. Ivan liked that. Then, he channeled finer threads- more like hairs- that seemed to.....resonate with the metallic pieces inside the bee. Ivan crouched down, making a flame of his own on his palm, so he could examine the outside. The work was exquisite, he knew, from his own milling. This was grown, somehow, atom by atom, in a crystal lattice. It had that shimmering that sometimes happened when light hit water with a touch oil in it.
"Let me see," he said, letting the flame drop. Instead he formed the same weave Nox did....but damn it! He couldn't get the threads fine enough. Like feeling at a shape with your knuckles rather than your fingertips. More need for fine motor control. He wanted to see soooo badly!
He looked at Sara. The craftsmanship was to amazing to ignore. "Where are these from?"
And yet, the effort and expense of this place....well, you couldn't deny it. He watched the various "creatures" in awe, and then only smirked when Nox popped a flame of for Sara without thought. Yep. Guy was out and proud. Heh. Idly he wondered if one day channelers would have some sort of Pride Parade. It was far less of an issue these days, but you always had hold-overs. It would be interesting.
He realized he hadn't told Danya he could channel. It hadn't even occurred to him. Why? He hadn't with his parents until later- much later. Why keep something so important private? Especially now that Domovoi was going to increase in importance, it would come out eventually.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, he decided. If some sort of event happened, he would be there. And more importantly, the next time he saw Danya, he'd tell her. She deserved to know everything about him, if they were to have an honest shot.
Nox channeled at the bee, housing it in a bubble of air he tied off. Nice. Ivan liked that. Then, he channeled finer threads- more like hairs- that seemed to.....resonate with the metallic pieces inside the bee. Ivan crouched down, making a flame of his own on his palm, so he could examine the outside. The work was exquisite, he knew, from his own milling. This was grown, somehow, atom by atom, in a crystal lattice. It had that shimmering that sometimes happened when light hit water with a touch oil in it.
"Let me see," he said, letting the flame drop. Instead he formed the same weave Nox did....but damn it! He couldn't get the threads fine enough. Like feeling at a shape with your knuckles rather than your fingertips. More need for fine motor control. He wanted to see soooo badly!
He looked at Sara. The craftsmanship was to amazing to ignore. "Where are these from?"