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Rae "Sunshine" Seddon ([personal profile] sunbaked_baker) wrote2013-07-20 08:20 pm
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It is the heart of summer, and the days are long. The sun sets late, and the nights are pleasantly warm.

At the moment, this particular day is finally relinquishing its grasp, the half-light of evening settling in, turning the world varying depths of grey.

Yet there is still a light out in the forest. Out past the baseball diamond, in a clearing where a great, thirty-foot wide circle of arcane symbols has been burned into the ground, Sunshine is practicing.

Three figures made of animate soil and water struggle with her. They are faster than she, but Sunshine has her magic. Has her knife in hand, beginning to glow as the daylight fades around her. Has her glimmering network of light set into her skin and hair, awake and alert and pulling from the sun that has already disappeared from the horizon. Has her silver and amber ring on its cord about her neck, gleaming. Her semi-transparent shielding spell appearing and disappearing in a ghostly golden light. Each strike by the figures of magically-animate soil and water she blocks, quick as thought, until she moves to lets one through so she can strike at its heart, in and up into where the chest would be.

The object of this exercise is to stay dry. Stay clean.

Except for her right hand and arm.
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[personal profile] vojvode 2013-08-01 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
The corner of his mouth lifts at her awkward curtsey. When she rises, he takes the liberty of stepping in close, and taking her hand, bending over it to brush his lips over her knuckles.

'Thank you, for this. I should like it if we could train like this, again. If you're amenable?'
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[personal profile] vojvode 2013-08-01 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
His gaze drops to where she clasps his hand. His skin warms to her touch, and he does not move to relinquish her grasp. There are moments when he looks -- no, when he becomes human. Perhaps it is because she fears him, or perhaps it is because she does not.

Perhaps it is simply another facet of his mask. Perhaps it is not a mask at all. Certainly, when he lifts his gaze to hers again, the look in his eyes is as open and honest as she has ever seen.

'I look forward to it. Until then?'
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[personal profile] vojvode 2013-08-01 10:10 pm (UTC)(link)
His eyebrows rise, and he inclines his head, the ghost of a smile crossing his features.

'A good evening to you... Rae.'

Again, he dips his chin, and turns to leave. The shadows pool around his feet, licking up his legs until it seems like the night itself draws him in. His silhouette dissolves and maybe she can hear a faint sound. A contented, quiet chuckle that echoes around her, coming from everywhere and no where, all at once.