“How does my ability work? Last time it may have just been coincidence, but I honestly felt as though it was something within my power... what do you think, Mindgleam?” Meghana paused her verbal wondering, staring down at the creature beneath her.
After a quiet growl, the illusionist started to nod. “My thoughts exactly! We just need to find a suitable person to test it on. Perhaps you should just fly around until you find someone plot-worthy.” Mindgleam gave what seemed like a snort, eliciting a loud scoff from its master. “I do not find everyone to be an excellent character. Fine, we'll take the first person we see, I'll prove to you I'm not picky.”
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Eyelids started to droop, the sun vanished beyond the horizon, and arms started to go limp with exhaustion, yet it wasn't until Meghana almost fell off her dragon that she called the search over for the day. “Alright, land,” she commanded, stifling a tired yawn.
Being on the road meant little to the illusionist as her surroundings hardly ever registered to begin with. The floor was a comfy enough bed for her, with Mindgleam serving as a particularly scaly pillow. Tonight though, even the most uncomfortable of sleeps would be interrupted by a new character entering her life.
As the large dragon coasted to a halt in a bare patch along side of the main road, a small figure came into view. Whoever it was was considerably shorter than the average traveler and slighter as well. But, upon seeing this person, Meghana remembered her promise to herself that she would take the first person she saw—regardless of height or any other possibly abnormalities.
And so she strode forward, ignoring Mindgleam's subdued roar. “Excuse me!” Meghana said, just short of yelling. The figure made a quarter-turn and the illusionist stepped closer to them. “Excuse but would you happen to be headed anywhere?” The woman paused, waiting on bated breath for the answer she hoped for.
The youth had been walking for the past few hours, the town she'd been in but a small speck on the horizon. The sun was high in the sky, and she was doing her best to keep from overheating, but to little avail.
Kicking at the dirt on the side of the small road, Dylin looked up from her march, noting that a town was nowhere to be seen. "Too bad I don't want to get caught by the police, I'd just teleport to the next inn," the little warrior thought bitterly, looking back down and continuing the trek along the little lonley path.
The sky was a purple-pink, indicating that it was about time for the mage to find a place to sleep. She didn't notice or even register the noise of a dragon landing, nor did she hear the padded footfalls of the girl running at her, until she spoke, the dragon's subdued roar making the ground tremble a bit.
"Excuse me!" The figure just about shouted, making the teen turn just a bit. "Excuse me, but would you happen to be headed anywhere?"
Dylin smirked, and turned fully around, taking in the features of the girl. "Well, if you must know, I'm looking for a way back to my home world, but for tonight, I'm just loking to sleep."
Meghana stared for a moment—openly and without abandon. It was just a moment though as she quickly regained her composure. While it was easy to assume the illusionist was staring at the girl's scars, as they were covering her dimly lit face, the tamer was actually staring at the girl. For that was what she was: a girl.
I promised. She reminded herself, barely suppressing a sigh. For a moment she scoured her memory for some hint as to how to interact with a child. She inwardly shuddered at the word. Child. All of her experiences with children, or rather about children as she didn't actually have experiences, were short and painful. How should she talk to her? With the sickly sweet tones of a mother? With the insulting superiority of an adult figure? Indifferently, she decided. No need to show her that this is the first child I've encountered.
The illusionist focused on what it was the girl had said, knowing that the girl was probably expecting an answer. “Well,” drawled Meghana, unsure how to continue. “A place to sleep is easy to come by.” She halted, wanting to see how her mediocre communication skills fared with this minute person. Seeing the girl's reaction stay the same, the tamer continued, “Whereas this home place of yours must be harder to find.”
Meghana received a slow nod, as if the girl was following along, but skeptical at best. Of course, the faerie found this to be fascinating, smiling a broad smile at this small interaction. “What if I told you,” she began, pausing this time for effect, “that I could take you there.” She stopped short, paying close attention to this girl's attention. Let's see how this experiment will work.
OoC: It's all right. It gave me time to look in Farore again. ^^
"You know, I can hear every single one of your thoughts, right?" Dylin smirked again as she said this, looking at the illusionist. "And yes; I'm looking for a way back to my home planet: Xin ti. You say you know a way without me hijacking a space ship from these people?"
Life had not been as she though it'd be. She had to fight the stupid wild dogs for a pile if leaves one night. Another night, a lighting storm almost fried the fire mage when she tried to lie under a tree, but at least she could put the fire out.
"Well, could you take me there? I haven't gotten to see anyone from the place in a bit, and my dad would-" She stopped short, just barely remembing that her father said specifically not to mention herself a the princess of the planet. "Nevermind what he'd do. He's just a peasant, who had to trade me to get some food for the family. Now, of you would...?"
Spinning on her heels for a few moments, the bronze haired girl also replied in the smart tone she carried with her. "By the way; I'm not a child. Nor am I an ordinary girl."