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Discussion in 'Crystal Vales' started by Lift, Sep 26, 2019.

  1. Lift

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    OCT 31, 109

    According to Wyndle, it was coming up to the time that she had agreed to meet John when he came to take her to this Samhain party at his Court. When he'd asked her if she wanted to go, she'd been excited; not so much about going back to his Court (fae were storming weird) but excited that he had actually thought of her in order to invite her at all. He never had seemed the type to invite people to anything unless he felt like he had to some kind of boring politicky reason and there was obviously none of that kind of reason to take her along, which could only mean that he'd invited her 'cause he liked her.

    Her excitement had evaporated though, for two entirely different reasons.

    The first being the way Gabe had dropped the news that today, Halloween, was her birthday. Not her real one, because no one knew that least of all her. But apparently she had picked out today for her Pandora birthday, which had more of an implication than she thought her father had expected: to pick a birthday she had to have accepted that she was getting older. And that was... that was an uncomfortable thought for her. To have a birthday suddenly sprung on her, well... Lift wasn't often taken aback or freaked out by things, but that did it. But that on its own wasn't enough to make her wonder if she should go to this party of John's. If anything, on its own, she probably would have thought the party - and John - would make a pretty storming good distraction.

    The second reason was why she was sitting on the cold pavement, legs very firmly crossed against the twitches that still ran through her thin limbs. Not long after she'd left Gabe after they'd had a chat, something had gone really weird with her legs. Every time she took a step, she danced. She wasn't even trying to, and trying not to did nothing. She danced with every step regardless. It had actually been pretty storming hard getting to the place she'd agreed to wait for John in Ark City, dancing and tripping over her feet as they twitched and moved of their own accord.

    As soon as she'd got here to wait, she'd sat on her butt, and hadn't moved since. Wasn't gonna move, either. She wasn't gonna go to the party. Not when there was a bunch of fairies cremlings what would probably all laugh uproariously at the sight of her. She usually didn't mind being the butt of a joke but she didn't fancy being the entertainment for a bunch of snotty Sidhe. No, she wasn't gonna go to the party no more. She was just waiting here so she could tell John so.
     
  2. John Uskglass

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    He appeared in a great storm of wild winds and flashing, black raven's wings, the air for an instant filling with the bird's harsh claws, before they vanished just as suddenly as they'd come.

    He appeared in a great storm of wild winds and flashing, black raven's wings! He could not help but repeat the thought in his mind, savoring it as he quickly regained his bearings once more. Perhaps it was overmuch. She knew him, of course, and he had no need to impress her, not really (though even if that trick would work do do so, he doubted somehow that she would let him know). He could not particularly bring himself to care in that instant, however. Not now, not when his blood bleed red once more, and that accursed mark was gone. Not when he could do this again.

    It was as though something had suddenly snapped into place, and if he'd spent that morning doing completely meaningless acts, if only because he could again, could he truly have been blamed? Besides, he hardly thought the citizens of the nearby villages minded so much the extra hour of summer they had gained as around them the seasons cycled through an entire year over the course of a morning. And if some of their livestock still remained able to speak with human voices after tonight -- well, that was just Pandora for you.

    He was not smiling exactly as he arrived, but there was a certain light in his eyes and a way that he held himself -- relaxed, easy -- that was rare from him, and rarer still over the past weeks.

    And then he turned, looked down, and found Lift sitting on the pavement. Going by the way several passers by at the corner of the street seemed to have made their peace with navigating around her, as though she were some girl-shaped boulder dropped there by Pandora, he doubted she had any intention of moving.

    His brows knit, head canting to the side as he blinked down at her. "Did...something happen?" He dared ask, feeling as though he knew the answer already.
     
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    Although people on the street shouted out and jumped back when the sudden wind and swirl of black chicken wings revealed the gangly form of John, Lift only jumped a little bit. She had seen his entrances before, though never quite so... extreme. When he turned to look at her, looking happier than she'd seen him perhaps ever - he wasn't even smiling, so how she could really tell he looked happier than usual, she didn't really know - he frowned at the sight of her and she looked up at him with an expression that was equal parts grumpy, miserable and embarrassed.

    He was gonna laugh at her. She knew it. Even Wyndle had laughed at her, more than she'd ever heard him laugh before, before he'd managed to control himself and start worrying about what was causing the involuntary dancing, and then he'd laughed again and she'd threatened him into not talking to her and staying quiet nearby. And John... Well, she liked the rare moments when she heard him laugh, but she didn't wanna hear it at her expense. Not like this, anyways. Not when it was summat she couldn't help.

    She was fine being laughed at when she made a fool out of herself because she'd done summat dumb. This? This was just storming humiliating.

    Remaining very firmly on the ground, she shrugged her shoulders. "That was a storming dramatic entrance even for you," she pointed out, before she took a deep breath. "I'm only here 'cause I needed to tell you. I ain't going to your party. Sorry." She knew her change of heart would seem suspect, considering how animatedly excited she'd been when he'd invited her, but what else was she meant to do? This wasn't the kind of party dancing she'd had in storming mind.
     
  4. John Uskglass

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    It wasn't a sight he was much used to, her, absolutely miserable. And yet that was the sight he was met with as she looked up at him. I answer to his question she merely shrugged, turning the conversation away from herself --without giving him a proper answer, he couldn't help but note, though he supposed that was answer enough on it's own -- towards his own entrance, only to move on to say that she wouldn't be coming with him at all.

    It was...sudden.

    He was used to such shifts in mood of course, and worse, whimsical capricious beings that the Sidhe were. One moment, posessing a dispoition cheerful as summer, the next their mood turning to a tempest. It barely even occurred to him to question it at all really. If it was the company he kept -- she'd only just saved him from another Sidhe court not weeks ago, had to bring him back from the dead, and if that had turned her off to the entire concept of Faerie...well, he was used to others being discomforted by it --then fine. If it was just the thought of it all, some image in her mind of lords and ladies in overly-frilled, stuffy clothing doing too-complicated dances, and she just thought she would be out of place and bored, it didn't matter. Even if it were no reason at all....

    He wasn't...hurt by it. He was fine. Why shouldn't he be? If she didn't want to come, of course, that was her choice, and would it have rally made that much of a difference anyway? It was fine.

    He shifted between his feet, his lips pressing into a hard, thin line as he looked down at the girl. His gaze darted off, down one end of the street to where a group of children all dressed up in their costumes were walking, shepherded along by their parents, then back up the road.

    And then, he shrugged. Moving forward, he stepped onto the sidewalk and street corner, there to settle himself next to her. "Alright." was all he said,bringing his knees up beneath his chin, and folding his arms around his legs. The others could get on just fine without him. they were Sidhe, and it was a revel, after all.
     
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    The party itself hadn't at all been why she'd wanted to go. She didn't care for the Sidhe at all, not after what that other court had done to John - they'd killed him, pretty much! - and she couldn't have really said that she wanted to be at a party with them. No, what she'd wanted was to just spend the evening with John, especially after earlier in the day with finding out that today was not just her birthday but a birthday she had picked for herself. She'd looked forward to seeing John and being distracted away from that.

    So really, she ought to have been pleased when instead of either try to persuade her to go, or leave her there, he sat down next to her, drawing a few more bemused looks from passersby wondering why a second adolescent was just sitting on the storming pavement. She shoulda been pleased 'cause if he stayed here then it meant she got to see him without them fairies that she didn't trust or like at all being involved.

    But she wasn't. She cast him a sidelong look, frustrated that he hadn't just gone without her as she'd storming expected. She was also surprised, though, that he'd just sit there next to her in the first place as though there wasn't a party full of his people at his court going on right then.

    "What're you doing?" she asked, still not moving a muscle below her waist. She kept her feet very determinedly still, half-afraid they'd start twitching in a storming dance while she was still on her butt. Last thing she wanted was to wind up upended by twitching, waving, dancing legs and then look like a cremling on its storming back! "You gotta go to your own party. They'll be expecting ya." They couldn't have a party without their king. Storming... storms. "'Sides, you'll have more fun there than letting your butt go numb on the sidewalk." She ignored the fact that he could easily just switch that exact statement back on her. He shoulda gone to the storming party. He'd prefer it than being there in the middle of the street with her, 'specially when she'd seen how beautiful some of them girls were.
     
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    She was his friend. It was strange still to think sometimes, he was unused to it even now. But she'd saved his life, and more importantly, he'd gone to her, in the first place, for help. Outside of Thomas, there never had much been anyone he'd trusted like that before. But, there it was. And here she was, and so was he and there was no more to say on the matter.

    She questioned him, of course, but he merely shrugged in response. Actually, we're he being honest with himself, he would have had to admit she had a point. Important as tonight was, he was expected. There would be consequences to simply shirking off his responsibilities, even so trivial as this might have seemed. Especially after this past month, he knew, there were those who still questioned his reign -- louder now still after recent events, much as he hid the truth behind his recent scarcity amongst his own people from them. If he could not simply show up for a celebration -- and one of the biggest ones of the year, what made him fit to be King at all?

    But he was stubborn and proud, and he had made his choice, much of a whim as it had been. And in any case, there was something wrong, he refused to believe otherwise. So was too carefully still for it to be any other way. He didn't think he'd ever seen her as still as she was now.

    The shadows were beginning to grow long now. A leaf skittered across the road infront of them, blown by the wind. John watched it's path for a moment as he, absently pulled at a loose strand of thread at the hem of his cloak.

    "No." He replied, no further elaboration than that one word response. Shifting in his spot he turned to more fully face her. "So why are we just sitting here?"
     
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    No. That was it. Storming-- Lift also turned to more fully look at him, with an expression of frustration on her round face, and she made a sound of disgust and annoyance in her throat that sounded odd even to her coming from her as it did. But she was annoyed. He was supposed to not give a crem if she went or not, and leave her there so she could figure out what to do about this storming dancing. That was what she'd expected, but as per storming usual, John just took her expectations, tore 'em up into itty bitty pieces and tossed 'em in the air.

    What was she s'posed to do if he didn't go away? It wasn't like she could just get up and walk off, not without revealing her little problem and having to listen to him laugh at her.

    "Has anyone ever told you you're storming annoying sometimes?" she muttered. Other than her, anyway. But this time she wasn't meaning it teasing-like as she did every other time. This time she actually meant it 'cause he was ruining his own night by not going to his own party and he was making things awkward for her 'cause she couldn't leave so long as he was stubbornly sitting there.

    "Mistress, honestly..." Wyndle had apparently decided that Lift's threat was no longer sufficient to keep him quiet, and he grew across the ground towards them even when she gave him a look. "If anyone can help, it's John, surely?"

    Lift didn't answer. 'Course, John mighta been able to help, but she didn't wanna have to listen to him laughing at her first. Storms, if the dancing was of her own free will she would've done all manner of dumb silly dancing at the party so that he laughed 'cause she didn't give a crem about making a fool of herself. But this was just different. This wasn't her choice or anything she could control and she didn't know how to make it stop. She needed help but she didn't want John knowing what had happened. So she stayed resolutely - and uncharacteristically - silent, giving John a run for his money when it came to stubbornness.

    Unfortunately, she didn't take into account Wyndle growing a storming spine.

    "The only reason Lift is not going to your party, John," the spren began, and Lift realised with horror that he had made himself visible to the young man. Her hands twitched as though she was thinking of taking advantage of the weird fact that she could physically interact with him by reaching over to grab him and stuff him into her jacket so John couldn't hear anything.

    As though he had read her thoughts, Wyndle inched away from her, out of her reach and managed to ignore her glare. "The reason is that she seems to have been inflicted with some kind of magic that forces her to dance. Hence the sitting down."
     
  8. John Uskglass

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    She might as well have slapped him. He blinked, staring back at her at that sound. At that look she was giving him. It wasn't a reaction he was unused to since coming here. It was either that or complete bafflement from most others, he'd come to accept, sometimes both, and he'd grown used to simply ignoring such things. But it was different when it was her, because she simply didn't get annoyed like this.

    What had he done anyway? If she wanted him gone, she should have just said so, and if that were the case what was he meant to make of that? You didn't bring someone back from the dead to simply decide you didn't like them any longer.

    But he had no other explanation for it. And he would no go chasing after one either, not meeting a reception like this. He eyed the girl for a moment more, before turning away, pushing himself up onto his feet again, wrapped in a silence that seemed as though it could have crystalized ice into the very air.

    His posture as he stood had become stiffer, more formal. He would have gone then and there as well, left her, if it hadn't have been for the other voice that had spoken up at that moment.

    Her spren. The young man's eyes flickered back as the vine spoke, just enough to see him inching away from Lift -- and that she looked as though she would do anything to shut him up.

    It became apparent why soon.

    He sighed. It sounded like something they would do, and knowing what tonight was...

    He turned, arms crossed over his chest as he looked back over at Lift. His expression was decidedly neutral as he gestured for her to stand.

    "Let's see how bad it is then."
     
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    She knew immediately that she'd maybe been a bit much in her attitude, but she'd picked her path in tryna to make him go away and she couldn't just suddenly switch and want him to stay and say sorry for being rude. He needed to go away so she could get up and figure out some way back to somewhere private. Not Gabe's. She couldn't let him see her like this no more than she could let John see.

    And so she stayed quiet when John got up, so aloof and cold that she could practically feel the storming temperature drop around her. She could seek him out and try and make amends if she ever managed to get her legs to stop dancing but for now, it was better that he left. Not only did she not want him to see her problem and laugh at her for it, but she didn't want his night ruined by sitting out here with her when he was expected. He had responsibilities and normally, she wouldn't be much bothered about encouraging him to shirk them with her for a bit of fun, but when he'd invited her he'd made it sound like this was a really important night for his people so they were especially expecting him and if he shirked these responsibilities for her, well... Maybe he'd end up resenting her for it later.

    Though she s'posed he was gonna resent her anyway.

    Mad as she was that Wyndle had spoken up and betrayed her by telling John what was going on, he at least stayed. Not that was good, really, 'specially not when he motioned for her to stand up, but the storming damage was done. And really she wanted him to walk off angry with her about as much as she wanted him to stick around and laugh at her, which left her stuck in a bog in the Weeping with no storming way out.

    Shooting Wyndle the most irritated look she could, an alien expression on her face, Lift heaved out a sigh. With anyone else she probably woulda warned that she'd kick 'em if they laughed, but John looked pissy enough. Sure, his face was neutral, but he all but screamed pissy.

    She managed to stand without incident, but as soon as she started taking steps forward towards John, her legs started jerking and twitching in what might in some world have been called dancing, except that one leg wanted to go one way and the other wanted to go the opposite way with the result that she ended up lurching with a noise of frustrated humiliation, her face blazing. "Wouldn't be so bad if I could storming dance in the first place," she grumbled, just before an especially joyful jerk of one leg sent her falling down towards the ground.
     
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    It was...bad. He's seen worse versions of this, she could at least sit, she could atleast stop. He'd seen for himself men and woman, forced to keep going, until their feet bleed, until they were drooping and stumbling, their limbs heavy with exhaustion. Until they died.

    Whatever small fortune she may have had there was rather outshone, however, by the fact that she really could not dance. He could see, easily why someone would choose to use that spell on her. He could hear a few snickers from passers by on the street, eyeing Lift as her feet lurched out from under her and her face turned steadily redder.

    As for John himself, a frown twitched at his lips, though his expression remained otherwise unchanged.

    A sudden kick caught Lift off guard, dropping the ground out from beneath her feet. John caught her by instinct more than anything, for a moment his own surprise escaping him, as he grabbed her around the middle. He blinked at her, staring, before quickly shaking his head.

    "Remind me," he grunted, trying to help guide her back to the ground despite her kicking feet, "to teach you how to dance properly, incase this should ever happen again."
     
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    It was funny how, in that moment that her leg kicked out from under her of its own storming accord and sent her tumbling down to the ground, she could hear his voice in her head. Darkness, Nale, Herald of storming Justice, explaining about the Knights Radiant Order that she was supposed to be part of. Edgedancers could ride the thinnest rope at speed, dance across rooftops, and move through a battlefield like a ribbon on the wind, supposedly.

    Lift wasn't feeling much like a ribbon on the wind. More like a wet blanket being whipped about by a storming drunk.

    When John caught her before she hit the ground, she was as surprised as he was, especially when she stared at him just as he stared at her. She probably woulda rather plopped down onto her butt at that moment, but the best she could do was quickly look away again as he helped her down to the ground and she managed to grab her feet one at a time in both hands and tug them underneath herself so they would stop moving, until she was sitting in the same position she'd been in before standing.

    "It better storming not happen again," she said hotly, once she had managed to get her legs to stop twitching. She felt horrible. People were still snickering and she wanted to throw the sludge from the nearby puddle at them. If the ground swallowed her up right then, she wouldn't have complained. She didn't care about being the subject of laughter, not when she was being stupid and doing dumb stuff. Being laughed at because of summat she couldn't help, that was summat different.

    The only thing that made it better was that John wasn't laughing at her. She didn't know if that was 'cause he was still pissy at her attitude though. "Can you make it stop?" she asked, looking at him again. She didn't like asking people for help, but in this storming instance she really had no choice and Wyndle was right, storm him. If anyone could help, John could. "Ain't like I can even cut off my storming legs to make it stop since they'll just storming grow back." That was one random disconnected memory she had from last time. Not that she would seriously have considered cutting off her legs.
     
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    It wasn't right. She had no control, that much was obvious, and he doubted that if any of them were they to change places with the girl they'd find it so funny. The young magician's eye narrowed at the retreating backs of a pair of the still-laughing onlookers as they made their way off. His hands twitched at his sides.It would be so simple --

    "Can you make it stop?"

    Before he could do anything, Lift spoke up, dragging the Raven King's attention back her way. Cut off her -- his anger cooled immedietly, and he just...blinked at her for a moment. There were not many things he had encountered yet that could give him pause, and yet the girl before him kept doing just that. So she could grow entire limbs back. As though she were a starfish or something. Right.

    He quickly shook his head, a long sigh escaping him as he raked back a hand through his hair. Another moment passed. And then, with a wave of his hand an odd sort of sign and gesture, he said, "Done."

    As simple as that. He'd already turned away from her, moving to his feet once more. The pavement bit into his knees and hands, a chill breeze blowing through his cloak as it stirred at the ends of his hair. He breathed it in, the sharp scent of autumn that hung over the city, the promise of frost that lie on the air. Watching no one in particular, but rather their long, reaching shadows as they strode about with a strange elongated grace in the gold-tinged light of the setting sun.

    From somewhere, a ways down the street, the pair of voices carried on the air, "Hey watch where you're going! What...why are you moving like that?"

    "I don't know!, I can't stop!"

    "You only had to ask, you know." John murmured, his eyes flickering back over his shoulder towards Lift.
     
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    She could still hear the pair of passersby laughing, the sound of their taunting mockery echoing along the street back to her until she thought her face might burst into storming flames from how red she was going. But she refused to look, to let her gaze drift along to follow their retreating, cackling backs. instead scowling down at that puddle with all its stinking sludge that she wanted to throw at them or, even better, rub into their stupid laughing faces.

    When John sighed, for a moment, Lift worried that he'd tell her no, that she could deal with it and it'd serve her right for being a little cremling. But then he wiggled his hand about and told her it was done.

    Blinking in surprise that it hadn't been flashier than that, Lift unfolded her legs and got carefully back to her, gingerly taking two steps forward before a joyful grin almost split her face in two, brightening her expression as though the miserable scowl had never been there at all. Not that her insides brightened all the way too; there was still the stuff about her birthday bringing her heart down, but right then she was just happy that she was no longer dancing.

    "Thank the storming Stormfather," she said in relief. She didn't even hear the voices of the two passersby who had been laughing at her, so distracted by being able to walk properly again as she was. John had turned away from her, only deigning to look over his shoulder at her, but Lift half-ran to circle around to his front, still grinning. "And you."

    Lift wasn't the most touchy-feely girl, not by a long shot. But she wasn't cold and distant either, and when a situation called for it, she had a great deal of affection. S'far as she was concerned, not having to dance any more called for it and she didn't much think really on what he might think or do. Instead, she just hugged him.
     
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    His muscles went ridged, instantly, his breath catching at the suddenness of it. He stood there for a moment, his eyes gone wide as he stared down at the girl who'd just flung her arms around him, not entirely...sure of what he was meant to do. His own arms move around her --somewhat awkwardly -- to return the hug, before he quickly slipped away. Clearing his throat, raking a hand back through his hair.

    Very carefully not looking in Lift's direction.

    It wasn't her, of course. He liked her. A lot, if he was being honest with himself. More than he did most people. But he wasn't used to...that. Affection. Nothing...nothing so clearly genuine atleast. It was...it was a touch, that was all, really. It wasn't like a was a child that needed to go running back to a parent's arms -- or to the nearest thing he'd ever had to an elder brother -- to feel safe. But...

    But it still made him feel...warm., inside. Appreciated? Connected...belonging.

    Stupid of him, really.

    "Do you...I mean...." He could feat his face beginning to heat at how suddenly knocked off balance he was. Inwardly he cursed, before attempting to start again.

    "I should...go...now." He muttered. There was a pause as he hesitated, daring a look back Lift's way "Are you...sure you did not want to come?"
     
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    Lift wasn't really bothered by how quickly he stepped out of the hug, even if it was so sudden it was like he thought she had summat catching. She knew it wasn't nothing to do with her, or he wouldn't have lifted his arms to hug her back for even the second that he had. When he stepped back, she did too, as though she could pretend that they hadn't hugged just by putting space between them. It wasn't like she hadn't liked it, but she really wasn't the touchy-feely type. She just hadn't really been able to think of a way to show how grateful she was to him in words.

    She was kinda surprised when he asked again if she wanted to go with him, and grinned. "You fixed the only reason I didn't wanna go," she told him. She just hadn't wanted to go when she was stuck dancing instead of walking. Last thing she'd wanted was a bunch of them fairies laughing at her. She didn't like any of 'em, but she had to put a nice face on it for John, since he was their King and she liked him. A lot. She probably woulda liked him even more if he wasn't a king, but it seemed like she was making a thing out of befriending storming monarchs anyway. First Gawx, now John. Kinda weird really.

    After a moment, her grin slipped, and she looked a bit more uncertain. "If ya still want me to go, anyways," she said, a small frown touching her brow. He was touchy, and had enough pride to fill... a really huge bucket. Or summat. Whatever. She wouldn't have been surprised by him snatching his invitation away 'cause she'd been rude. If anything, she'd kinda expected it. But she hoped he still wanted her there, 'cause with the whole stupid storming birthday thing and being a year older when she didn't wanna be, she had been looking forward to going to this party with him until her legs had started capering badly of their own accord.

    From his spot near her, once again invisible to John - not 'cause he didn't like John enough to let the guy see him, s'far as Lift knew, but 'cause it was hard work for him to make himself visible for long - Wyndle cleared his throat.

    "See, I did the right thing in telling John about your little problem," he said sagely. "I do hope you're not going to continue sulking at me, mistress. If anything, you ought to be thanking me. You'd still be sitting in the damp looking foolish from your own stubbornness if not for me."

    Lift stared down at him, before grunting. "Don't go getting too big for your storming leaves," she muttered, wagging a finger at him before she crouched down and held out her arm so that he could grow upwards, thin green tendrils reaching out and wrapping around her wrist, giving him purchase so that he could grow along her arm, slinking beneath the sleeve of her jacket. She had to hold back a giggle at how tickly he was as tiny little sticky tendrils kept him attached to her skin, before she stood back up again and turned expectantly towards John.
     
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  16. John Uskglass

    John Uskglass Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell

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    If he still wanted her to...It was a moment, only a brief one. Her grin slipped, a brief frown touching at her features as she spoke those words. Uncertainty. It was as strange a thing to see from her as anger was. As strange, he was sure, as it was for him to feel. It was gone in the next moment, as though she could distance herself from the feeling by ignoring it. Instead she she'd turned to the ground, her eyes focusing on to some invisible spot -- her spren he supposed.

    A crooked sort of smirk, a sideways half-grin quirked just at the corner of his lips. It was hard not to, watching her interact with the spren, wagging a finger at the empty air and grumbling at the invisible vine as she crouched down, offering Wyndle her arm. She glanced back his way as she stood again, expectant.

    With a wave of his hand and the heady scent of petrichor, the sky above seemed to darken, rain, alling in a sudden downpour so heavy and fast it seemed more solid sheet than individual drops. Gesturing for Lift to follow, he walked through it, vanishing within, until his very image seemed no more than a pattern of shadows and light from the street-lamps catching against the rain. And then, even that was gone.

    He emerged again --completely dry -- into the controlled chaos of the hall. A thousand of dissapperate worlds all colliding together, their Fae all gathered in this one place: Nymphs and dryads giggling amongst themselves while Korrigans lurked in the shadowy places, catching thy eyes of men while they brushed out their long, blonde hair. Goat-footed satyrs and fawns ran thought the crowd chasing after women with flashing, insect-like wings. There were creatures with or with fur-covered fox-like faces and wide set eyes. And more than any other beings in the room, there were Sidhe, tall and graceful with skin that seemed almost to have a soft glow to it, like moonlight, who's hair fell like dark flows of water down their backs, who looked almost as though they were living ink-drawings. The music in the room, wild pipe and fiddle, twined with the voices and the laughter of the guests this night, while the croaks of ravens and crows echoed above the throng of dancers and revelers. The black, iridescent forms of the birds flashed in and out of the flickering flame-light cast by the sconces along the walls, snatching away food from the party below, and retreating back into their alcoves.

    For a moment John just shut his eyes, breathing in the air around him letting it fill him with that old familiar giddy sense, almost like returning home. Magic. It was thick on the air tonight.
     
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  17. Lift

    Lift The Stormlight Archive

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    She always liked watching John do his stuff. It wasn't the first time she'd seen him bring down the rain that wasn't... really... rain (least, it didn't get her wet) that acted like a doorway, but she never found it any less cool. Not that she really told him so, 'cause she couldn't let him go getting an ego around her.

    With Wyndle tucked away under her sleeve - continuing to tickle her as he fiddled around making himself comfy - Lift followed after John without any hesitation. She was glad to leave the city behind, though she felt a bit guilty at not spending the time with Gabe when her father had just tried to surprise her for a birthday she hadn't even known was a thing. Well, he definitely had surprised her, that was for storming sure.

    Lift wasn't really sure what to expect from John's party on the other side of the rain, 'cause her own experience of parties was either specific to the streets, or the really neat, stiff, dull functions the Azish had thrown at the Bronze Palace where she was pretty sure they had to fill out forms just to get a storming drink.

    Needless to say though, what she actually found on the other side of the rain wasn't at all what she'd expected, even from what she'd seen of John's court before. Her eyes grew as big and round as dinner plates and her mouth dropped open as she tried to look everywhere at once. Her stare skimmed over the Sidhe, since she'd seen enough of them to last her a storming lifetime and they always made her feel tiny, skinny, dirty and ugly, and instead took in everything else that she'd never seen before.

    With all the bright colours and elegant clothes, Lift felt immediately out of place in her drab, baggy brown pants and dirty white shirt and her hair felt even more tangled than normal next to the smooth, silky falls of hair everywhere else.

    "Uhhh," was for the moment the only noise that came stupidly out of her mouth, until she managed to stop gawping at someone who looked like a mix of person and animal trotting past. "Y'know, biggest party I've ever been to, most interesting person there was this huge bloke who could storming benchpress like ten of the whores there at once, and some o' them weren't small. Everyone else was just some poor skinny fool drinking as much stolen honu as they could to forget where they came from." She cocked her head, staring at the revelry that surrounded her. "Wasn't like this at all."
     
  18. John Uskglass

    John Uskglass Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell

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    She was staring as she came through. John dismissed the rain back to whence it came -- likely out watering the surrounding moorland and forest -- not actually taking much notice until he'd turned to find Lift staring after a passing satyr, her eyes grown round enough to put the moon to shame. He was not necessarily the best at picking up on signals, so far as these things went, but it was hard to miss the way she openly gawped at her surroundings.

    That faint half-smirk tugged at his lips again, and he merely shook his head as she spoke. "A party is a party." He simply replied, as though there was no true difference between this and what she spoke of at all. And perhaps, to his own mind there wasn't really, not behind the horns and fur and the perfect faces they all put on as masks.'Interesting' was as subjective as everything else in this world, after all, and he had encountered beings like these all of his life.

    A pair of ravens fluttered down, circling about the two of them --one of them, holding a pastry in it's beak, landing on Lift's shoulder -- just as John gestured for her to follow deeper into the crowd. "Don't go too far.." he murmured, already feeling the eyes of the others falling, not to him, but to his chosen guest. "I have a feeling that tonight...you are the most interesting person here."
     
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  19. Lift

    Lift The Stormlight Archive

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    He spoke as if there wasn't any difference at all between this fancy-schmancy stuff and the kind of party she'd described. There was every kind of difference in her mind, not the least of which being that she'd actually fit in at that party 'cause it was all just homeless people, criminals and other social outcasts just getting together in a shady location with a bunch of stolen booze. Lift hadn't even been invited, she'd just snuck in, but she'd still fit in in every way except her age.

    Here? She didn't think she'd ever felt so out of place.

    She started a bit at the chicken that landed on her shoulder, and then expected it to flutter off again as soon as she began to move after John, but it stayed put, sharp talons digging a bit into her shoulder to keep it in place. She felt further tickling as Wyndle moved all the way up her arm and then moved out of her sleeve before she felt his leaves brushing against her chin as he popped out a little bit just above the collar of her jacket to peer at the chicken that couldn't see him. Which was when he noticed their surroundings too and she heard him gasp in fascinated surprise and then start asking questions, all of which just washed right over her as she didn't listen to a single word.

    Her attention was on John instead as she caught up with him, still with the shiny black chicken swaying on her shoulder with the pastry in its beak that she wasn't really sure if she was s'posed to take or not. At John's words, she couldn't really help the scoff that came from her throat.

    "Me?" she repeated incredulously. Now that he said it, she felt eyes on her. Not on John, which she'd been expecting, but fixing right on her. She didn't think she liked it much. She was a thief, the kind of girl at home in the shadows, who liked to be surrounded by people but not necessarily seen. "Why me? I know I'm storming awesome and all, but they don't know that."
     
  20. John Uskglass

    John Uskglass Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell

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    The raven eyed the girl as she followed along after John, it's head turning a bit to the side as if not sure what to make of the girl itself. It's prize still remained, clamped withing it's beak, and after apparently being ignored for more interesting things, it took off again, moving back to the rafters --though not so far that it could not see, John noted -- and began to tear into the pastry.

    Lift had only scoffed at him, incredulous to the very idea of it, that these lords and ladies here, wearing Lover's Sighs and Broken Promises at their throats and in fine suits and gowns the colors of Winter Storms and Heartache, might find anything of interest in her. She seemed to like the idea even less as she noticed the sideways glances and half-turned heads, and the even more blatant stares she was receiving. It was his turn to be incredulous however as she asked him why however.

    He turned to her, brows drawing together, head canting to the side in a way that rather resembled the raven just moments ago. "Why not?" he asked, "You are here with me, therefore you must be interesting." Why else would he have brought her? So went their line of thought, atleast. For his own part,John could understand her own discomfort here, and for all that he was well used to being an object of other's attention, he felt far more comfortable on the outside himself, a thing f the shadows looking in towards the light, watching and observing in his own time.

    It was not necessarily best to be of interest to the fair folk, anyway.

    "This way," He murmured, beginning to lead the girl off to the far, shadowed sid e of the room.
     
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