09-04-2018, 09:34 PM
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Brynhild wasn’t entirely sure what shook her from her sleep. One moment, the young warrior girl had been dreaming of playing with her siblings, and in the next moment, she was startled awake by a presence of some sort. It was not a wraith or apparition of any kind. No. No, this was a feeling, a change in the atmosphere. Blinking sleep from her eyes, Bryn sat up.
She had never been in tune with her spiritual connections, which was her one vice as a witch. Feyre was in tune with the ancients and with practically every deceased individual. That fact had burned Bryn the wrong way, but it wasn’t something she could just fix on her own. She had practiced and practiced and practiced. The closest she had ever gotten to the afterlife was sensing miniscule changes in her environment – and even then, there was no way of being certain it was spiritual in nature; the world around her was constantly shifting and changes were natural.
Still, something about this seemed different. More important. Vital.
The Norwegian Forest Cat sleepily wandered over to the pail of water she kept in her room. Bryn had been practicing scrying for a few days now and had yet to receive any results. She tried to tell herself this would be different… It felt different. Inhaling gently through parted lips, she peered into the water. The only image she saw was hers reflected, and a deep sigh escaped her. Brynhild began to pull back when she finally realized something: her forest green eyes had morphed into a bright shade of blue. However, when she blinked, all was normal again, but the formerly still water was now rippling.
“Please return to me, spirit,” the Valkyrie whispered though she was not met with a verbal answer. The Dwarf Star turned away from the bucket, frustration piled upon her face. As she moved towards the door, there was a knock. Confusion lit up her eyes and the expression magnified when she opened the door to no one. ”Oh, how amusing! Refrain from bothering me again, Feyre.” Her tone was final, venomous, as she made the assumption it was Fey who was tormenting her.
A series of knocks sounded down the hallway in reply. Slowly, the witch moved from the threshold of her door. A picture that lined the wall was thrown from its perch. Brynhild tilted her head but did not question the act. Instead, the girl followed the knocking sounds. It did not take long for her to happen upon a closed door. The door radiated with some mysterious energy, and when Bryn placed her paw against the material, it felt like it was humming. Without word or thought, she shoved her way into the room.
The area was dimmed – light of any kind did not reach this room. Stumbling forward in darkness, Bryn made her way to the nearest table. A picture rested there. Two individuals stared back at her in the gloom, one was a chocolate point and the other a solid white feline. As soon as Bryn spotted the color of the ivory fae’s eyes, sparks of electricity poured from her own eyes. And all at once, the room was extremely bright.
An odd feeling had welled up in Brynhild’s chest, causing her powers to surge. Tearing her eyes from the picture to the now-lit up room, she noticed various pictures sat everywhere. Countless photographs lined the area. Most of them featured the white cat and/or the chocolate point. She couldn’t understand who the women were, but some of the other faces in the photos she knew… Practically the entire group was captured in picture form here.
The tuxedo wanted to speak, but she was unable to form coherent sentences. She was overwhelmed. The strangest part about all of this was that these images brought out a kind of happiness in her. The kitten remained rooted in place, but her forest-hued eyes gained a faraway look. Sparks of electricity bounced from her paws and eyes - a physical response to where there was no verbal one. She couldn’t make heads of tails of any of this, so she stood still and waited.
For who?
She wasn’t sure.
[tldr; brynhild was essentially guided by suiteheart to a room where she had all of her pictures with her friends and family stored! tiny notes are written on the back of each picture from suite to whoever is in the picture with her, and everyone is encouraged to have their character take a picture. bryn will serve as a finder for your character's pictures, and she will read the message on the back!!]
Brynhild wasn’t entirely sure what shook her from her sleep. One moment, the young warrior girl had been dreaming of playing with her siblings, and in the next moment, she was startled awake by a presence of some sort. It was not a wraith or apparition of any kind. No. No, this was a feeling, a change in the atmosphere. Blinking sleep from her eyes, Bryn sat up.
She had never been in tune with her spiritual connections, which was her one vice as a witch. Feyre was in tune with the ancients and with practically every deceased individual. That fact had burned Bryn the wrong way, but it wasn’t something she could just fix on her own. She had practiced and practiced and practiced. The closest she had ever gotten to the afterlife was sensing miniscule changes in her environment – and even then, there was no way of being certain it was spiritual in nature; the world around her was constantly shifting and changes were natural.
Still, something about this seemed different. More important. Vital.
The Norwegian Forest Cat sleepily wandered over to the pail of water she kept in her room. Bryn had been practicing scrying for a few days now and had yet to receive any results. She tried to tell herself this would be different… It felt different. Inhaling gently through parted lips, she peered into the water. The only image she saw was hers reflected, and a deep sigh escaped her. Brynhild began to pull back when she finally realized something: her forest green eyes had morphed into a bright shade of blue. However, when she blinked, all was normal again, but the formerly still water was now rippling.
“Please return to me, spirit,” the Valkyrie whispered though she was not met with a verbal answer. The Dwarf Star turned away from the bucket, frustration piled upon her face. As she moved towards the door, there was a knock. Confusion lit up her eyes and the expression magnified when she opened the door to no one. ”Oh, how amusing! Refrain from bothering me again, Feyre.” Her tone was final, venomous, as she made the assumption it was Fey who was tormenting her.
A series of knocks sounded down the hallway in reply. Slowly, the witch moved from the threshold of her door. A picture that lined the wall was thrown from its perch. Brynhild tilted her head but did not question the act. Instead, the girl followed the knocking sounds. It did not take long for her to happen upon a closed door. The door radiated with some mysterious energy, and when Bryn placed her paw against the material, it felt like it was humming. Without word or thought, she shoved her way into the room.
The area was dimmed – light of any kind did not reach this room. Stumbling forward in darkness, Bryn made her way to the nearest table. A picture rested there. Two individuals stared back at her in the gloom, one was a chocolate point and the other a solid white feline. As soon as Bryn spotted the color of the ivory fae’s eyes, sparks of electricity poured from her own eyes. And all at once, the room was extremely bright.
An odd feeling had welled up in Brynhild’s chest, causing her powers to surge. Tearing her eyes from the picture to the now-lit up room, she noticed various pictures sat everywhere. Countless photographs lined the area. Most of them featured the white cat and/or the chocolate point. She couldn’t understand who the women were, but some of the other faces in the photos she knew… Practically the entire group was captured in picture form here.
The tuxedo wanted to speak, but she was unable to form coherent sentences. She was overwhelmed. The strangest part about all of this was that these images brought out a kind of happiness in her. The kitten remained rooted in place, but her forest-hued eyes gained a faraway look. Sparks of electricity bounced from her paws and eyes - a physical response to where there was no verbal one. She couldn’t make heads of tails of any of this, so she stood still and waited.
For who?
She wasn’t sure.
[tldr; brynhild was essentially guided by suiteheart to a room where she had all of her pictures with her friends and family stored! tiny notes are written on the back of each picture from suite to whoever is in the picture with her, and everyone is encouraged to have their character take a picture. bryn will serve as a finder for your character's pictures, and she will read the message on the back!!]
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[glow=black,10,100]there is an old cliché under your monet, baby[/glow]
[glow=black,1,100]remember the arch of roses right above your couch?
