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Post by Shae on Dec 12, 2005 8:14:50 GMT
Right. She had promised an ice sculpture for the Christmas Ball, and she had chosen to go with the suggestions of various MHers united, together, perhaps singing a carol, but first she had to get the figures. She would be able to manipulate them - to some small extent - after they were made.
And to make them she would need water, or ice, just so long as she could work it. And here by the lake, she could.
There was water and ice in abundance at this time of year, and her own unique skills would be able to do the rest.
The first character she would make, would be Wilting Rose, the headmistress herself. If it were not for her, there would be not Magic Horizons.
The dead girl called up a memory, a recent one, of the smiling woman, her eyes shining with a rainbow of colours. As the memory rose, so did a column of water the small phantomess had chosen for this first piece.
Delicate feet formed at the base of the column when the ghost bent the water to her will, and placed her hands upon it, allowing the frozen ether substance. The feet were followed by ankles, then quickly a beautiful robe that hung from determined shoulders. At the ends of the sleeves, hands delicately held a wand. From the shoulders, a neck grew, then a chin, and a warm smile. Eyes shone out of the ice sculpture's face, and later when all the figures were finished, the dead girl would work to give colour to those eyes. A mass of frozen, yet somehow still flowing hair finished the ice Rose, and the ethereal girl drew away her hands.
With care, she guided the figure to stand in the snow. There it would wait - and perhaps watch - while she continued with the next figure.
Next, the girl called up a pillar of ice, and drew her very solid ethereal sword. She had put some effort into a sword that she could hold, and others would need to cringe from.
With her sword, she cut away ice until there was standing what appeared to be a shrouded figure with what might have been wings, but the whole thing was clearly too solid to be anything, and there was not enough detail for anyone - even the ghost herself - to recognise this as what she had intended it to be.
"Alright, the first way then," she decided, leaving the indiscriminate lump of ice on the lake's surface. It would not join the ice form of Wilting Rose in the snow.
Water erupted from the lake, and in accordance with the raw magic the girl had somehow retained in her deathly state, and in obedience to her will, the pillar became slim, and sprouted wings. This was to be the Valkyrie she had once met. His name had been Kaiser, if her memory served her, and he had been sad then. But not now, now he was to be smiling, and standing and joyful in Christmas. His form captured in ice when the specter applied her hands to his, and let her ice-creating touch spread all over the water form she had called up.
Stepping back from this, her second creation, she nodded satisfactorily to herself, and sent this one over to join the first.
As she reached with her will, and her magic into the lake for more water, it occurred to the girl to wonder how she would create a sculpture of a lycan. In their human form, they looked like another person, in their wolf form, they were yet another of the pack. To know a lycan was to speak with one, to hear their words in your mind, to know that they had the power to make the living very sorry for one wrong step.
She watched the bubble of water pensively as she thought on this.
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Post by Michelle on Dec 13, 2005 15:05:35 GMT
Michelle walked along the lakeside wrapped up in her fur-trimmed robes, feeling as christmassy as could be. The school term was almost over, and as much as she loved her new school - loved it more than anything - she wanted to be here for the Christmas holidays, to experience christmas in a foreign land with her new friends, taking a break from the endless lessons and homework to just enjoy her new life.
As she walked along, she saw a shimmering mist up ahead. Confused, she stopped, and rubbed her eyes. Was it a ghost?
She came closer, a bit nervous having never met a ghost before, and smiled tentatively, then broadly when she saw the beautiful ice figurines of the Headmistress, Wilting Rose, and a beautiful creature Chelle was sure she had seen in books but could not find the name for.
"They are beautiful!" she exclaimed, clasping her gloved hands together.
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Post by Shae on Dec 15, 2005 10:59:10 GMT
Making sure that the globe of water was going no where, the ghost turned her attention to the girl who had stumbled upon her works. Hearing her compliments, the phantomess smiled, not broardly, her face wasn't designed to show it's teeth, but it was a smile.
"Thank you, they're for the Christmas ball, and I thought I'd work on them now, since I have a little spare time," she said, her bright green eyes taking on the smile of her mouth while she spoke.
Then she turned back to the ball of water and tugged thoughtfully at her lower lip.
"This one's giving me trouble though. I don't know how I should do it, I mean, I've got the technique figured out, it's the form really. I mean, honestly, how do you portray in ice a being that can become either a wolf or a human at will?" She asked introspectively, still tugging at her lower lip.
Then inspiration struck. The ghost snapped her fingers with the wonder of the idea - the snap of fingers that are little more than a frozen image is not something one hears everyday, the sound was like an echo, only rather than the sound travelling out, it seemed to travel in.
The girl called the water down, and separated it. Shaping it, she created two watery forms - a wolf and a man dressed in a hooded robe, his spiked hair sticking out just slightly from the raised hood. These forms were hollow where the headmistress and the valkerie had been solid, and they seemed to go through each other.
Then she touched the head of the wolf, almost as someone else might pat a dog, and ice flowed from her touch. The beasts features were set in a superior, aloof way, not threatening so much as promising a consequence to every action. The paws of the wolf were set apart and firmly, surely, this wolf was one that knew the meaning of the words "trip" and "fall", but who had left the actions behind long ago, now leaving such things to others. And the wolf was hollow.
Then she went to the man, and touched his chest like so many women would to brush away something, or to straighten an item of clothing. The spectre followed the drape of the robe all the way to the man's feet before returning to his face. This face was detailed, she had seen it only the other day, it had been this face that had suggested this sculpture. It seemed fitting to her that he become part of it. She would admit that the face was handsome, and she would admit that the person was quite unique, but she knew better that to think anything of him beyond a strange kind of friendship. They were both there if the other needed, but they would not get in one another's way.
The man too, was hollow.
Stepping back from the figure, the dead girl nodded to herself, satisfied that this was how it should be, and sent the ice-figure of Xavier to join Wilting Rose and Kaiser. With these three completed, that left only a vampire, a demon, a faerie, and a student to do, though she would probably end up making one or two extra, possibly well known figures. Maybe she would go so far as to make a figure of each of the house founders, but that would not happen this night, she would have to find pictures of them first, to reference from.
Then she remembered that she had an audience. Turning back to the girl, she smiled again.
"Oh, by the way, I'm Shae, pleased to meet you."
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Post by Shae on Dec 23, 2005 10:58:11 GMT
((ooc: I know, heinous sin, double posting, abject pleading of apology, begging of forgiveness, but I want to get these done, and no one else will post!))
Alright, she'd introduced herself and been pleasant, now it was time to get back to work. If the other girl wanted to "ooh" and "ahh" at her works, that was her affair, though the ghost would not stop her. It was nice to hear that someone was admiring her work, rather than just appreciating it.
A vampire next, the ghost thought, she had met one when she had been alive, just on the border of the Forbidden Forest, and she had met another more recently at the top of the Astronomy tower. His eyes had been bright green and simply captivating. Apparently he was a teacher in Magic Horizons now as well.
She would start with the female vampire, though she had every intention of making both. She would probably make another Lycan as well, but she had heard that Sealla had died a horrible death, and as much as she wanted to remember the wonderful, beautiful person she had been, it might be a bad idea.
Well, never mind, the phantomess got along with shaping the form of a slender woman with high cheekbones, a proud set to her shoulders, and a smile that was both friendly and deadly. Applying her ice-enducing touch to the liquid form, the phantomess paid attention to the nap of the cloth and the way it hung down, even in ice it seemed to ooze class.
"Mind yourself, and don't touch them or you'll stick," she called to the living girl as she sent the vampiress over to join the others.
Ace was now forming out of water.
Back then, in the astronomy tower when they had met, there had also been a faerie, but the ghost would re-create that form later. Now she concentrated on Ace.
He was handsome, if her memory served her correctly, his blonde hair falling into his face occasionally, his strong build, fittingly handsome attire, but it had been his eyes. The whole time they had spoken, it had been his electrifying green eyes that had captured her attention. They were piercing.
Ice grew up from the soles of his shoes, along his trousers, reaching his waist, the ghost bit her lip, glad again that she wasn't doing nudes, it would be far too embarrassing. Then her hands moved up, through and along the torso, freezing the front and back. One hand went to each shoulder, and down each arm, freezing them in the position she had already placed them in.
Then the face. That strong, proud, beautiful, somehow sad face with the piercing green eyes. As the phantomess smoothed the last of his hair into place, the diminutive specter removed her hands, stopping the further growth of ice, and let the sculpture float over to join the others.
It was interesting, just looking at them, almost as if these people she knew had frozen in a moment, and somehow the thought was almost as frightening as the sight was captivating.
More water moved under her ghostly magic and her sharp will. It became a hollow form of a wolf and a girl, through each other. And it was not Sealla, she knew people still held fond memories of Sealla - she certainly did - and she had no desire to bring again the pain of memory.
This young woman sprouting from a wolf was alive, well, and while she had a temper to be feared, she did not bring it out into the open that often.
In life, she had brown hair, and her eyes often appeared pink. Soon, another figure of hollow ice, Amelia stood dressed in jeans and a shirt, her wolf form relaxed around - through - her feet.
That leaves faeries, demons, and students, she thought to herself, her green eyes peering out from behind stray purple hairs that had escaped the bindings she had put in place that morning. There before her stood six familiar figures, all looking at her, smiling, enjoying the festive season.
For a moment she thought on them, taking a moment to pause before she moved on to her next piece. It was nice to see them smiling, she decided. Some of them really didn't do it often enough.
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Post by Rezna Lardale on Dec 23, 2005 15:58:38 GMT
For a while, Rezna stood watching as Shae both gracefully and skillfully created masterpieces out of ice. The lake had served her for inspiration and now it was doing the same, in a much more physical way, for the ghost. Then another girl came to talk with Shea and as she did, the blond's attention was drawn elsewhere by the shore. A group of first years were also trying their hands at art by building a snow-creature. The first looked like a cat of sorts, not a griffin exactly. Laughing, Rezna watched them but a bird on the other's head. Well, if they were to precede to create a badger, they had better make it look good.
Smiling, Rezna turned her head back to her previous subject. Now, Shae had moved on to creating a lycan in her human form. And moving closer, the Hufflepuff girl had to smile at how well the ghost portrayed the change in physical stature. The ice lycan standing a few feet before her was one she had never seen before. Still her softly smiling face made her look as amiable as she was attractive. And Rezna realized that just because she met a bad apple of the group, it did not make every one of his kind similar to him.
"I hope that they will get to see themselves," she spoke up as she neared the master with her ice sculptures. "I heard you mention the Christmas ball, and I had to wonder if the living representations of these beautiful sculptures will be present there."
Rezna spoke half in jest, and half with utter sincerity. She recognized Rose, Ace, and the lycans, although she could not call them by a known name. Seeing how the blond had grown to trust Shae, she hoped that all of the statues the ghost created were of such people that Rose would have no hesitation of letting inside the castle. But Rezna had been wrong about so many things before.
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Post by Shae on Dec 24, 2005 4:16:37 GMT
The ghost smiled at Rezna, distracted from her distractions and musings. Looking back at them, her smile became less broad and more soft, as if sh held each figure before her tenderly in her heart.
"They will probably not all see them, though it might be nice if they would be peaceable enough over the holiday," she said, moving back to the lake as further gallons of water erupted from its surface.
"This one, for example, dislikes setting foot inside the castle, or at least, she does to my knowledge."
The water was forming into two high-heeled boots at it's base, and from the top curls - in life they were ivory - spilled serenely down to the elegant figure's waist. Deathly beautiful hands were covered by lace gloves that the ghost would endeavor to dye black, and a corset covered the upper body. Leathery wings delicately hung folded down the Demoness' back, and flowing skirts draped from the waist.
The the ice began to grow. It spiraled along the form in the form of flames, but grew as frost. Completely different elements striving to create a form that was as delicate as the phantomess knew it was also deadly. When she was finished, the dead girl removed from the frozen figure her icy touch, and looked again upon the face of Mai Le Rosa, the demoness who had saved her soul by taking her life.
Tenderness was plain in the girl's green eyes. She had not seen Mai for a while, but she remembered every detail as if she had died only yesterday. Absentmindedly, she rubbed at the scar across her throat where the demoness had inserted her hand to removed the girl's heart. It was nice to know that it was still there, normal and warm, even if it had been shut away in a cell of ice and steel for so long.
"By the way, how have you been keeping Rezna? Well I hope," the specter commented as the latest figure floated over to join the others.
She didn't wait for an answer from the girl, but got on with making the male match for Mai. She had heard that his name was Isaac, and she made quick work of his form and figure. Then there were eight.
She probably ought to make a female Valkyrie, but she had never met one, and had no wish to offend them by misrepresenting them.
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Post by Rezna Lardale on Dec 25, 2005 1:26:39 GMT
The blond watched, almost as if hypnotized, as the ice form that the ghost created next was some art show. As the water wielded under the specter's cool touch, Rezna's memory was jolted by the cool demeter of the sculpture. Even before the final touches were added, a whispered, "Mai" left the other's cool lips.
The 'Puff refrained from answering the question the ghost posed letting her finish her work. Seeing the finished sculpture of Mai float to join those of the others, the other raised her voice to respond.
"I've been better as of late," then, more softly then before Rezna added. "But I wouldn't bet against that changing soon."
Indeed, the last time the blond had encountered the ghost, she was on the verge of death, having fallen three stories out of her classroom window. A miracle saved her then, and now she had the horrible feeling that her second chance wouldn't last soon. After recovering, Rez had met her would-be murder once more, and sure to meet him a third time. Although, seeing how irony and the three-times-the-charm rules went hand in hand, she was unlikely to survive a third encounter.
Looking at Shae, a horrible thought entered Miss Lardale's mind. If she was to die, was the second existence the other girl was now suffering worth it? If she died, would it not be better to die and not return. At least then she would not be tempted to use those senses that were beyond Shae's grasp.
With a wavering sigh, Rezna turned her cool thoughts away from herself and walked a little closer to the specter.
"How many more do you plan to do, Shae? And how do you manage to do that-," she stopped herself, realizing the stupidity in her second question. "Um, never mind." Whatever powers Shae possessed, they were beyond the blond's sphere of understanding. Besides, she did not want to hurt her feelings with such senseless questioning.
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Post by Shae on Dec 25, 2005 11:37:48 GMT
The ghost smiled. She didn't really mind questions, one hadn't been thought through, and it hadn't been finished. That Rezna had stopped herself compelled the ghost to answer it.
"Just a few more, I don't know really, probably only another four or so. As for how I do it? I'm part of the frozen ether now, all I touch reaches this temperature," she stopped a moment to look along the line before looking back as Rezna.
"That's why I don't socialise much, and part of why I'm helpful in the Hospital Wing."
A faerie grew from a few drops of water, just a small faerie, it would sit on Miss Wilting Rose's shoulder, the ghost needed only touch it's delicate wings and pretend to tickle it's form for it to become solid ice. Then she sent it to it's position, following it to make sure that it would stay in place.
"Are you afraid of Death, Rezna?" Now, where had that question come from? Oh, yes, something to do with the Hufflepuff girl's visits to the Wing recently.
"I'm fortunate I am able to do so much, when I was born, there were unusual circumstance, and I started my magical learning when I was five, rather than ten, or sixteen, so I have a bit more power and store with it. If I didn't, these figures would be a bit more blob-like," she added with a smile.
Another column of water grew from the lake's surface, and using what she had, the dead girl turned the watery column into the shape of a regular, average girl holding a wand. One student, then, applying ice, the girl was done, soon, a boy followed her to join the group.
There, but there seemed to be one more form she had to make, but who?
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Post by Rezna Lardale on Dec 25, 2005 19:05:20 GMT
The girl listened intently to what Shae said. She found all of it intriguing, not to mention part of a world she had never seen a side of before. Rezna wondered what exactly the ghost meant by, frozen ether, but decided not to push it. She was sure the coldness that radiated from Shae's form had something to do with it. Perhaps death forced you into something like a world of ice. That would explain why the ghost was so in-tune with her ice sculptures, why they looked so alive.
'Are you afraid of Death, Rezna?'
The question pushed the blond from her train of thought into a previous one. Drawing a blank, she wondered on the answer, feeling compelled to reply. Was she?
"It's more a question of whether I fear losing life. I don't mind death, having believed I had died for a moment. I simply have found life so beautiful since then, I don't want to lose it. That scares me, for I have found what it truly means to be alive after that incident, and... and losing my life after that... well, it's rather terrifying."
Letting her green eyes fall on the rather clouded one's of Shae, she tried to see the other's reaction. Shae had lost her life, and now she lived one apart from her, or others like her. And that too lay sheltered in Rezna's unconscious. She feared becoming a ghost like Shae. Then the loss of life would be a cruel reminder for she'd be part of it, but unable to participate in it.
And, as she continued to look at the figure before her, Rezna found a newfound fear growing inside her. She feared that she had hurt Shae with her reply. That was something she never meant to do, and it would horrible repayment for the other's care in the Wing. Yet, asking forgiveness would perhaps be worse, she Rezna said nothing.
"Indeed, I have only studied magic for a few years. I'm sure that, should I be in your place, I'd have created something worse then a blob of ice. It would simply be a wet puddle." But, having said that, Rezna found it didn't come out like she wanted it to.
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Post by Shae on Dec 25, 2005 22:01:51 GMT
The ghost left the surface of the lake to join Rezna by the ice statues. Her eyes were bright green, but they did seem a bit more cloudy when there was so much snow and ice sparkling so beautifully all around.
"I didn't actually start living until I died, I didn't appreciate how beautiful life was. My family had left me by the road, and then I was taken from the people who had found and taken care of me, because I had been recognised by the wizarding government to have magic, so I was sent to the Romanian version of Magic Horizons."
As she sat down on a pile of snow by the girl, the phantomess started to re-braid her long purple hair which had been hanging free while she had been working on the ice sculptures.
"From there, I was transferred here. By the time I arrived I was really bitter about everything, and felt as if everyone just wanted to get rid of me. Then I, er, died, and in my death I found peace. Now I help take care of people. Oh, I'm not saying that I don't resent some of the limitations of death sometimes; I miss being able to hold someone's hand, and being able to just rest in a chair," not that she had ever done either of those things when she had been alive.
All these figures along beside her, created of ice, these forms she could touch without the fear of hurting them. These friends, most of them were people she knew, and people she cared for what was more.
But why did it seem as if there should be one more in the group? And whoever could it be?
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Post by Rezna Lardale on Dec 26, 2005 2:38:35 GMT
As Shae sat down in the snow beside her, Rezna followed suit. It took her a few seconds to get comfortable before she focused her attention on the spirit beside her. Listening to Shae, Rezna hoped to find some comfort, some sort of guidance as to her fear of death. And, in a way, she did find it, but not in the sense that she wanted. The girl found that no matter what the situation was, there were good things that came of it. Shae had found happiness in death, and had overcome her hindrance for physical contact with the figures that stood before them. But Rezna's life was unlike the other's. It was wonderful as it was, and she feared that the change would not make her happy, should she die and begin to live in just a spirit form.
Still, glancing over to look at Shae, Rezna found that having died, the girl was much a part of every-day life. She was just like any other human at Magic Horizons, taken that she was partly transparent. That thought comforted Rezna for some reason, and she smiled at the girl next to her.
"Thank you Shae," she told her softly, letting her eyes rest on the other's for a moment. Then, following the other pair, they both came to rest on Shae's ice creations. "You know, they really are beautiful. You keep looking at them in a dissatisfied way, but there is no fault in them. That is unless I'm making too wild of an assumption, and there is simply something else that is bothering you."
The blond hadn't missed the way Shae had looked at the snow creations, deep in thought. Like any artist, she had a right to be harsh towards her art, but Rezna didn't want her to over do it.
"They are truly wonderful," she reiterated as her hand came to gently hover above the other's shoulder. If it were any other person, it would seem as though the blond was giving her a supportive pat. But the action now seemed a little awkward. Still, Rezna did not draw her hand away, for she really meant the gesture.
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Post by Shae on Dec 28, 2005 5:40:12 GMT
"Oh, take that away before you get a cramp from the cold," the dead girl said in an affectionately false-huffy kind of way. But her green eyes glittered a little as she looked at the snow beneath her, glittered with frozen tears and thanks for the kind gesture.
Looking back along them, she knew that Rezna was right in that there wasn't a problem with the sculptures themselves, but again, there still seemed to be something missing.
"I feel as if there should be one more, but I can't figure out who I'm missing. I've got students, demons, lycans, vampires, a faerie and a valkerie, Miss Wilting Rose... Maybe if I start putting some colour into them, the answer will come to me," she said, getting up and moving to a pile of snow that had built up while she worked on the forms that were standing beside it.
"I don't recall it snowing on my dyes, but ..." she mumbled to herself as she pointed to it, causing bottles to shoot up from the pile. Each bottle had a different colour in it, and the ghost started to apply them to the figures. Or rather, she tried to. The colours just ran off the ice.
"Oh, bother and blow!" She exclaimed before blasting away the rest of the pile of snow. Beneath it there was a little cylinder with a sharp metal spike at the end. It was a muggle syringe.
"Nasty things," she said over her shoulder as it rose to the bottle neck. It dipped into the dye and came out again, filled with dye.
"Try again," she said, as the syringe struck into an eye, then proceeded to inject the dye into the ice. The dead girl moved quickly, freezing the colour that was in the eye, but not letting the dye freeze up in the syringe itself. It was difficult, and she was sure that it would be too much trouble - and take to long - if she wanted to colour the entire of the sculpture.
In this way, she continued down the line, putting colour and more life into the eyes of each face, Miss Wilting Rose's eyes were more difficult simply because her eyes were beautifully filled with rainbows, but when she was done, the effect was worth the trouble.
"Lovely. But I still feel as if there should be one more figure," she said, placing each bottle of dye carefully into the bag they had come from, and dropping the syringe in with them. There was no way she was going to leave something like that lying around the school grounds.
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Post by Rezna Lardale on Dec 28, 2005 6:22:00 GMT
"It's winter," Rezna retorted, a grin forming in the corners of her lips, "and I've grown used to the cold." She knew that the harshness in Shae's voice was false, but she didn't bring it up again. Everyone was allowed a small bit of privacy, even in their actions or words.
"Oh, that's what was wrong," she added as the other told her what was bothering her. At first, the blond hadn't grasped the reason for all the different statues, but now the order, or logic to their being emerged. And as it did, Rezna wondered what could be missing. Besides, the ghost was right, they were all there. Or so it seemed.
She let her thoughts roam as she watched Shae attempting to add color to the ice. In Rezna's point of view, they looked fine without the color. She would have remarked to that too, had not she seen the Headmistress's eyes first. They were spectacular, and enough to urge the girl to bite her tongue.
'Lovely. But I still feel as if there should be one more figure,' she heard Shae say.
And as she looked at the ghost, standing a few feet away, surrounded by what used to be transparent glass, Rezna found that she knew exactly what the answer was. Actually, she felt stupid for not figuring that out that before. Standing up, the blond Hufflepuff came to stand right next to the other girl and cocked her head as if in thought.
"You know, you're right, Shae, you are missing something. I mean, you have all the obvious residents near or in the castle. The headmistress, teachers, students, and the more unique beings living here. But perhaps it was modesty that stopped you from figuring out the last. And, even if I am wrong with my suggestion, I would really wish for you to make this figure-"
She paused just then, to let her hand sweep over all the other ice statues. "They are all special, but not as much as the person who made them. You do know that spirits, ghosts, are as much a part of Magic Horizons as everyone assembled here. Besides, the students attending the ball have to see the beautiful and wonderful person who made these magnificent statues."
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Post by Maí Lé Rosà on Dec 28, 2005 6:50:28 GMT
{ooc}: Shae, I just want to say that I'm honoured you made an ice sculpture of Mai. Thank you. xx
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Post by Shae on Dec 31, 2005 12:45:13 GMT
((ooc: You're more than welcome, I mean, how could I make a sculpture of a demoness and not do you?))
The ghost batted a hand at Rezna's words. It was embarrassing receiving such forthright praise.
"Oh, be off with you Rezna, I know perfectly well I'm the only actual ghost in Magic Horizons. I've met some who were soulless, and I've conversed quite pleasantly with both the undead and the damned, but I promise you I'm the only ghost in the grounds."
If the phantomess hadn't just re-braided her long purple hair she would now be trying to hide beneath it's waves. She found that she was surprisingly shy of such mighty words being spoken about her own self.
But still, despite her blushing modesty over Rezna's comments, the more the specter thought on it, the more it seemed as if perhaps it was her own self that she ought to make.
But it would seem so strange, the ghost making a solid form of her own self, one that would stand with her friends and be able to be touched.
... And be able to be touched...
The ghost rushed to the lakeside and called up some water. It did not take long for there to be enough water to make a hollow representation of the dead girl. This second form of her was no taller nor shorter, and the copy's hair was braided exactly as the phantom's own was. The watery figure wore the same clothing and the single ornament - a slim bracelet - was on the same wrist.
Then she stepped into herself and turned. The girl of water became a girl of ice very quickly, and the specter herself looked out from her own eyes, smiled with her own mouth, but when she moved her arm, or her foot, the ice stayed in place, not moving.
Indeed, it had only appeared as if the ice figure's smile broadened when the ghost inside the icy shell had smiled. It was an illusion, a trick of the light in the faces that matched so well.
She stepped out of the form she had made of herself.
"To be like everyone else again, to be with them, and able to be touched," she said softly to herself as she sent her own figure to join the others in the snowbank.
To this piece, she would add no more colours. If this one was to have colour, then she would step into it herself again, and look out from it.
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