#lucisinfer

KNUCKLES pop loudly as he lets out a quiet sigh. PERHAPS this wasn’t the best idea he’s ever had but there have been worse situations for him and while he’s not especially keen on TROUBLE today it didn’t really seem to be in his control. 

“Every damn time.”

The raw power receded from her gaze and left the young Princess terrified, quaking and glistening with a sweat no summer had ever brought upon her. 

This was the first time she had made use of the theoretical knowledge, the first time she employed such powers not in the service of the gods.  It was exactly as the scrolls had mentioned... and nothing like it. 

Nothing written and read, nothing spoken and heard could ever have prepared her for what it felt like to unlock such power, to have it flowing through her. It felt like evolution; like absolution, like rising above condemnation and judgement and her own mortal form. Even all her years of study could not have prepared her for such a feeling- and she knew, innately as she knew now the turn of the stars and her own destiny amongst them that none of those who had taught her such magicks had ever experienced it as she was. 

Then again, none of her tutors were the living Isis, daughter of the gods.

Chest heaving, she rested her weight on the palms of her hands behind her and took long, deep breathes. It would be an odd sight to any who knew her, to see the typically cool and aloof princess so wrought out but at present she couldn’t care if the entire harem marched in to mock her. 

For the first time in eternity... she knew herself. 

    [F O O L I S H girl-

        does she not know better than to run up to strangers-wearing a sweet g r i n and humming in her precious w a y.]

    She holds a f l o w e r in her hand (one from her mother’s garden) and h o l d s it out to the T A L L man who stands before her.

    She could smell the sea as if she were standing right on the shoreline from this spot in the gardens. The sun was almost blinding, but comfortingly so, and should Sigyn need a change in scent, she need only turn her head down to smell the lilies. It was her favourite spot in the gardens, secluded, yet open. Sigyn could be alone, at ease, yet still know when she was about to be disturbed. Like now, for instance. 

    She didn’t turn to face the footfalls, trying instead to decide if her intruder were intentionally disturbing her, or if they had wandered by on accident. Were they male or female? A servant or a nobleman? It was impossible to know for sure. 

    Sigyn inhaled the smell of the sea, breathing in deep, before she spoke. Her voice was not annoyed, but open, inviting, yet still, she did not turn around. “The gardens are beautiful here, are they not?”

"Luci, babe. Been looking for you everywhere."

          Live in the spooky scary woods long enough, and noises don’t tend           to bother you much. That scratching sound from the roof? Usually a           low-hanging tree branch. Footfalls tend to belong to animals living           on the mountainside. So usually he wouldn’t be too worried, except           that Amber hasn’t stopped hissing at the front door for the last few           minutes, and that sets him on edge.

          It is perhaps against his better judgment that he’s moving toward the           door, pausing just long enough to make sure the seals are still in           place before pulling it open.