| OOM: Out by the lake, in the morning |
[Sep. 12th, 2005|02:53 pm] |
Raven has always enjoyed mornings. Moreso when the cousins are not so overwhelmingly in evidence--it is this factor which makes Milliways a particularly pleasant place, some of the time.
The lake is fairly still, and Raven absorbs himself in watching the patterns the water makes; they are subtle things, but pretty. One hand toys idly with the grass, pressing it flat and then coaxing it upright. He plucks a few blades and begins to plait them, fingers quick and efficient.
And then, in the back of his head, something begins to itch.
He frowns, blinking hard in an effort to ease it.
This doesn't work.
A few minutes later it has moved beyond itching; something now tugs at the inside of his head. It is not a pleasant sensation. He stiffens, catching on to the tugging feeling and following it back back back and away.
He raises one eyebrow, faintly, as he realizes who is on the other end.
"It is not who I would have expected, I do not think. Surprising, and perhaps troublesome." His voice is soft, and oddly unconcerned.
He takes a tangle of thread from his pocket, and begins weaving a complicated knot. He frowns, as he does so, chanting lightly. The motions of his hands get slower, and he appears to almost be fighting to get his fingers to move. Strain shows in his face, and something like sweat beads a little on his upper lip, and along his hairline.
And then the building Power in the air snaps, a little, and in front of him appears an apartment, and two women. One of them is well-known, the other only vaguely familiar, in some indescribable way.
Raven exhales in relief, and steps through.
Several moments later, the portal closes behind him. |
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