05-28-2020, 01:20 PM
“Is he now? I do hope that’s a promise.” A soft breeze ruffled her clothes in repartee, which almost made her want to giggle like they were children. Channelers were not a common breed, and even now knowledge of them was public the old fears restrained others from the sorts of frivolity she revelled in. Seidr was the most beautiful thing in existence, and she soaked in its joy like skin warmed under the sun -- more confident in the rising of a new age than her fear of those that would hunt her for the gift. Though of course she had always had Pervaya’s protections, and her father’s household before that.
Few had the luxury of the teacher she’d had either, nor the time, energy or resources she’d ploughed into her own self-education since. Ascendancy’s mastery sparked marvel in her, not least when she beheld the wondrous beauty of the Arch, then or since, but she had never had the pleasure of meeting him. She doubted much in the way of playfulness lurked under the shadows of his stern manner though, and certainly not the sort that would tease her like this.
“I find myself unconvinced such company would choose to abandon you, Seven, gentile or even otherwise.”
In business she was shrewd. The office would take care of the paperwork in the morning. She would oversee the details with a ruthlessness most were surprised to discover dwelt within the demure shell of her skin, at least until one realised that Zhenya was a woman who got what she wanted. Then she would appoint others to necessary tasks, steering the ship with the chair of an occasional meeting to ensure smoothness if not direction. She’d already tallied a mental list of names; those with both the expertise and enterprise to shape development in Pervaya’s favour, and who might also enjoy the challenge.
All things organised by an instinct born of experience, without much thought on her part.
By the effusion of light into her expression she was delighted that he caught on quickly to the proposal that stirred the real interest in her. The twinkling orbs were really little more than decoration to a story she had been told once, in which dreams or souls hung like lanterns in a velvet oblivion. Tricks she could do without thinking, as she did often to soothe Auri in the night. Under the snare of his attention they disbanded now, flowing out like mist into colours instead, dreamy and undulating as the dance of aurora borealis, little wisps of them drawing inwards to curl about their limbs. A small touch sent them rippling, like an extension of each movement. “Experience is a matter of judgement, no?” She winked at the pretty ribbon she tied on the regift of his own words, wondering how many hearts shipwrecked on the gleam in him now. The spark of her own charm was no less vibrant. He was intrigued but teasing her too, not that she minded. Her mind puzzled the hint of secrecy, but she would chase what she wanted from him first. She laughed. “I know someone with enthusiasm. What do you suppose boredom may be the mother of?”
Few had the luxury of the teacher she’d had either, nor the time, energy or resources she’d ploughed into her own self-education since. Ascendancy’s mastery sparked marvel in her, not least when she beheld the wondrous beauty of the Arch, then or since, but she had never had the pleasure of meeting him. She doubted much in the way of playfulness lurked under the shadows of his stern manner though, and certainly not the sort that would tease her like this.
“I find myself unconvinced such company would choose to abandon you, Seven, gentile or even otherwise.”
In business she was shrewd. The office would take care of the paperwork in the morning. She would oversee the details with a ruthlessness most were surprised to discover dwelt within the demure shell of her skin, at least until one realised that Zhenya was a woman who got what she wanted. Then she would appoint others to necessary tasks, steering the ship with the chair of an occasional meeting to ensure smoothness if not direction. She’d already tallied a mental list of names; those with both the expertise and enterprise to shape development in Pervaya’s favour, and who might also enjoy the challenge.
All things organised by an instinct born of experience, without much thought on her part.
By the effusion of light into her expression she was delighted that he caught on quickly to the proposal that stirred the real interest in her. The twinkling orbs were really little more than decoration to a story she had been told once, in which dreams or souls hung like lanterns in a velvet oblivion. Tricks she could do without thinking, as she did often to soothe Auri in the night. Under the snare of his attention they disbanded now, flowing out like mist into colours instead, dreamy and undulating as the dance of aurora borealis, little wisps of them drawing inwards to curl about their limbs. A small touch sent them rippling, like an extension of each movement. “Experience is a matter of judgement, no?” She winked at the pretty ribbon she tied on the regift of his own words, wondering how many hearts shipwrecked on the gleam in him now. The spark of her own charm was no less vibrant. He was intrigued but teasing her too, not that she minded. Her mind puzzled the hint of secrecy, but she would chase what she wanted from him first. She laughed. “I know someone with enthusiasm. What do you suppose boredom may be the mother of?”