Post by Tyntaglia on Jun 14, 2004 7:50:59 GMT
Tyntaglia's first look at Magic Horizons was rather dizzying. It wasn't that she wasn't impressed by the sheer size, and coolness of the place, it was that the winds had currently flipped her end over end, and the effect was confusing.
She was flying, not by broomstick, not even by carpet, or car, but by a pair of wings on her back that were flapping madly in the high wind.
Tyntaglia, when she was young, had been standing in the way when her father, notorious for bungling charms, had tried to rearrange the furniture in the house by getting it to fly where he wanted. The skewed spell had hit Tyntaglia instead, and left her with a nice pair of grey wings. It turned out that the charm was so muddled, it was permanent, so, Tyntaglia learned to live with her wings.
Right now, however, Tyntaglia was trying to reach the front entrance. Unfortunately, there was a nasty updraft right before the door that had her stumped. She kept being blown away when she approached.
Finally, she decided to come in low. Zooming along the ground like a stealth fighter, she'd almost reached the door, when someone opened it. The resulting rush of wind pulled her in, wings, arms, and legs akimbo. She rolled to a noisy halt half-way in the Hall. Mortified, she quickly stood, brushing herself off. Her dyed blond hair was hopeless, but at least her wings weren't too bedraggled. She looked around to see who'd seen her coming in.
She was flying, not by broomstick, not even by carpet, or car, but by a pair of wings on her back that were flapping madly in the high wind.
Tyntaglia, when she was young, had been standing in the way when her father, notorious for bungling charms, had tried to rearrange the furniture in the house by getting it to fly where he wanted. The skewed spell had hit Tyntaglia instead, and left her with a nice pair of grey wings. It turned out that the charm was so muddled, it was permanent, so, Tyntaglia learned to live with her wings.
Right now, however, Tyntaglia was trying to reach the front entrance. Unfortunately, there was a nasty updraft right before the door that had her stumped. She kept being blown away when she approached.
Finally, she decided to come in low. Zooming along the ground like a stealth fighter, she'd almost reached the door, when someone opened it. The resulting rush of wind pulled her in, wings, arms, and legs akimbo. She rolled to a noisy halt half-way in the Hall. Mortified, she quickly stood, brushing herself off. Her dyed blond hair was hopeless, but at least her wings weren't too bedraggled. She looked around to see who'd seen her coming in.
