OOM All Skate Skellig Dream Magic Weirdness -Part Nine

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Kreyu has gathered plenty of henna and even woad, a blue dye, for some experiments with designs on Skellig's skin.

"The blue would look lovely on you, I think," she remarks. "Your fairer skin would show it off quite well. Though I am far more experienced in applying henna."

She's gathered bits and pieces of designs to look at for inspiration. Celtic style knots, viking style abstract patterns and stylized beasts, the mandala and floral type designs he's admired on her, and more.

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[27_53]

Thought them insane? Yes indeed, he likely would have. Though he is not a firm believer in any sort of "afterlife", he is well-versed in the myths and the stories. This, right here? He would consider on par with Heaven...

Under his breath, he starts humming quietly; the melody is soft, and he couldn't tell the lyrics if she asked. But it is something he remembers, relaxing and gentle.

[brave_kreyu]

They drift together, curled up and listening to the rain, until at last the rain stops.

The lack of rain sound is what finally prompts Kreyu to move, to sit up. She kisses him, then works on peeling away what was holding the dye against his skin. "With luck I haven't created anything too horrible looking," she teases.

[27_53]

"You could splatter dye over me randomly with a brush and I would still think it artistic," he teases - returning the kiss before he keeps still and behaves as she works to clean up her efforts. "I would not complain."

[brave_kreyu]

"A thought for another time with something easily removed," she muses, imagining 'painting' Skellig. "Bet I could find all kinds of ways to tease you with a paintbrush."

"They look good, I think," she says as she peels the last of the protection off of him. "Have to find some still water so you can get a good look."

With yesterday being such a 'lazy' day, Kreyu had plenty of time to prepare for today's meals yesterday, so it won't take long to get breakfast together and eat.

[27_53]

"We will come across a pond or something of the sort," he says, as he moves to work on tidying up their nest while she works on getting breakfast sorted. (That doesn't stop him from trying to look at his own chest and stomach, what he can see looks good.) "And you are right...I am sure you will find ways to tease me that we will both enjoy."

Once he is finished organizing, he settles nearby to watch her as she preps their meal.

[brave_kreyu]

Breakfast is an open face ham and cheese sandwich, though with the addition of pickled vegetables to 'cut' through all the fattiness and add some color.

"Thank you, love." She appreciates him tidying up their nest.

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"I know the feeling of appreciation that comes with having a familiar bed to fall into at the end of the day," he says. "We will enjoy it after today's adventure, I suspect."

(If they even choose to come home tonight at all, and don't just sleep in the forest.)

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"I'm sure we will, when we make it back." She kisses his cheek. "Though I plan to pack enough for a few meals, just in case."

The most important supplies, the stakes for making a 'boundary' for the spell, are packed already. More symbolic than literal, considering the size of the forest, but they'll work.

The sun hasn't risen too far into the sky when they step out of the Lair. She stretches her wings. "The forest is close enough that I can fly in this shape."

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Skellig steps clear of her wings and studies the sky a moment as he stretches also, appreciating the scent of the damp earth from the earlier rain that had fallen.

He takes one of the bags she has packed; it will be easy enough to carry as they fly.

'I have yet to learn all the directions, I would have you lead on." He ruffles his feathers and swings his arms, hopping a bit to stretch his legs - not that he needs to, but, habit.

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"I would be glad to," she replies, smiling.

She leaps into the air, knowing he will follow. It is perhaps two hours flight at most to the place she's looking for. The forest she seeks is connected to a larger piece of land by tidal islands that are most often underwater. The wood is green, with great trees vast in girth and height.

"No people around right now, and I think I can stretch the spell to cover at least most of it," she tells Skellig.

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He does follow without hesitation and is always in a fine mood after a flight that is simply for pleasure; this is no exception as they near the coastline of the islands.

"What is our goal, by adding to the forest?"

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"Practice," Kreyu admits. "I've altered the spell to stretch it over a wider area than originally called for. I'm hoping the effects will be less....dramatic that way." She flushes, remembering the gossip their LAST attempt provoked.

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"It would not do to cause such a stir as we did the last time," he agrees. "Plus...practice is fun."

He MIGHT be smirking.

[brave_kreyu]

"Very fun," Kreyu agrees, smirking a little. "Positions will be reversed," she explains as she starts pounding the special stakes into the ground. "I'll be under YOU this time, as the Goddess of the Forest is aligned with earth and vegetation rather than air."

Her gaze is playful and slightly wicked. "Should be quite comfortable for you."

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"I have been quite comfortable in all the positions we have chosen to experiment in," he says, laughing. "Though I will admit that I enjoy it when I am on top of your body."

He grins.

"It leaves your hands free for...exploring my body in ways I don't always expect, and I like that."

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"I shall have to explore thoroughly," she replies. As the first stake is driven home, Skellig can feel the spell ever so faintly against his skin.

"In the story, he has never lain with someone before," she muses. They move along the outside of the forest and she starts to drive another stake in. "It would all be unexpected, perhaps?" She knows she can't be his first, not really. But part of her wishes she COULD have been, that she could have guided him through it all with as much care, acceptance, and knowledge as he did for her. Skellig might be able to pick up on that.

[27_53]

It is something he notices, as they move through the boundaries and she sets the stakes, the spell becoming slightly more noticeable with each one she leaves in the earth.

"You are not wrong," he says. "None of it could really be anticipated. I'm sure he would have dreamed, would have listened to those who spoke of such things... but if nobody would ever even think to accept his efforts... he would not have much to work with."

Carefully as they walk, he collects wildflowers.

[brave_kreyu]

She notices him gathering wildflowers, smiles with pleasure at the sight.

"The goddess will show him," she murmurs. "Would he have dreamed of her, do you think? With the wild in him, with her forest being his haven, where he felt at home?"

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"I feel as if he would have," he says. "While he walked among these trees, this life, surrounded by all of it. It is a comfort, a safe place."

He allows his mind to drift a little bit, allows himself to fall into the character.

"He would be nervous," he laughs softly. "As he wandered the woods."

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They are roughly halfway through the process of making the circle.

She laughs softly too. "Understandably so," she replies. "She would have watched him before, such a bright soul." Projecting a little, probably.

"But if it was solitude he wanted she might not have approached him."

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"He spends a lot of time alone," he says. "It has become easier than answering the questions, trying to fit in. The creatures of the forest do not ask questions of him, they simply listen when he speaks."

Skellig spots an interesting pile of stones and momentarily studies it, lagging behind briefly before he moves to catch up with her as she sets another stake in place.

"His soul is brightest when he is unafraid of scorn, of ridicule for merely being who he is."

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"Yes," she says, voice soft. "He is at home here, knows the forest so very well. He is not afraid, when he comes to the goddess, even though He does not know that she will accept him, love him."

She begins to work on the last stake. "With his soul so very bright, how could she resist?"

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"Many have resisted," he comments, wry. "Or scorned him, however you might look at it. Despite his soul being so bright."

He shrugs, wings rustling with the motion.

"But perhaps it was because the only one with the right sense and vision to see it was the Goddess herself, nobody else even could."

[brave_kreyu]

"But the Goddess will see," Kreyu promises as the last stake reaches the correct position. He can feel the spell, the story, around him.

"Are we good to begin, or should I break the circle?"

[27_53]

Skellig closes his eyes for a moment, thinking to himself, asking himself just how far do you feel like taking this as he wanders a few steps away from her. He has no issues about if he were to get emotional or drawn into the story a bit further than the others. He does now fear her seeing him process those things.

He just isn't sure if he even knows HOW to begin, if it were to happen.

His focus is on the grass beneath his bare feet, each blade as it touches his skin, hundreds of tiny pieces supporting him. It is like how his feathers work, there are hundreds... alone in his wings one cannot do much, but together...

"The Goddess will see," he echoes quietly, turning back to face her. "If it is too much, I will tell you."