[She had not been far when she felt the change in the air. A buzzing that set her teeth on edge. Yorda had been exploring the wooded area around a wheat field, trying to follow the little deer trails through brambles and nettles.
The sounds were strange, like the crack of thunder ripping through the sky. There were strange harmonics to it, and a feeling of both familiar and alien. Something was opening. Turning on her heel, she scurried clumsily through the undergrowth to come see what the disturbance was.
Magic. It was magic. Magic that had opened the way between places.
She knew such a thing could be possible, but she had never expected to see it. Her own magic was similar, but it reacted on its own to seals and things that were hidden. Nothing of this scale.
When the woman emerged from the gaping green hole in the air, Yorda untangled her dress from a thorn bush and slowly approached.
She did not miss the ears. How similar to her own, she thought. Perhaps there was someone who was like her? Perhaps she was not so alone as she thought?]
b - holy shit a lavellan 8D
The sounds were strange, like the crack of thunder ripping through the sky. There were strange harmonics to it, and a feeling of both familiar and alien. Something was opening. Turning on her heel, she scurried clumsily through the undergrowth to come see what the disturbance was.
Magic. It was magic. Magic that had opened the way between places.
She knew such a thing could be possible, but she had never expected to see it. Her own magic was similar, but it reacted on its own to seals and things that were hidden. Nothing of this scale.
When the woman emerged from the gaping green hole in the air, Yorda untangled her dress from a thorn bush and slowly approached.
She did not miss the ears. How similar to her own, she thought. Perhaps there was someone who was like her? Perhaps she was not so alone as she thought?]
How is it done?