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Post by April Penn on Jun 11, 2013 21:33:17 GMT -5
SAY MY NAME AND EVERY COLOR ILLUMINATES
She felt so lightheaded, so wonderful as she explained her travels to this man she had met. He seemed entirely friendly and all for the good reasons - he wasn't like other men who would have tried to take advantage of a girl they found alone, naked, and in trouble, stolen away at a bathhouse, and no matter how hard she tired she couldn't stop smiling. Even when he mentioned massive bugs and old, dusty ruins - she lived for this kind of enjoyment! What better inspiration in understanding her magic than putting herself in all types of situations?
"Wow! I love flying, and those ruins sound like fun - a bit dangerous, but what kind of fun isn't just a little?" Her lips pursed together, quivering with a satisfied purr as she shook her head side to side, indicating that his speech wasn't a bother. If this turned out to be as pleasant as she hoped, there would be much more time to continue talking later.
As the silence descended upon them her golden eyes followed the source of his magic, a glowing light heating his wet clothing until they were bone dry. Quite useful, but her drawings could prove equally so in drying clothing. Hell, she could just draw herself another few sets in different colors if she wanted to, and by how much effort she put into it, she could make clothing fit for a queen!
It was when the stranger mouthed his interest in seeing her magic that she gave a little bounce of joy, her chest following as it jiggled back into place, barely held back by her bra like top. "I'd love to! And...I love secrets." Her last words were uttered in a playful hush. She had secrets of her own, so she was glad to show off for the sake of a few juicy tidbits about someone she had just met.
Plucking the pens from the ground, sticking on into her net of pulled back red hair, and grasping the sole instrument in her dominant hand she lifted it up for him to see. It was just an ordinary ink pen, nothing magical about it at all, but that's where the creativity of the artist would come into play.
Swishing her pen across the vacant space in front of them she honed in on a specific shape, the sillutte becoming more and more lifelike as she painted straight from her mind. It was a lion, its mane ruffling in the wind as his lips curled back, revealing sharp and real incisors. He gave a little roar before turning back his head and nuzzling his creator affectionately, growling softly. She lowered her hand and rested it on his back, dragging her fingers across his spine and up towards his mane, where she scratched his neck tenderly.
"See? This is Claudis - real, yet made completely of ink!"
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