Ailis
resident chicken nugget
Lais
She watched with amazement as Nuncvadam created the two figures out of fire. They were strangely detailed and Lais almost wanted to reach out and touch them. One day she'd be able to do that, she vowed to herself, almost ignoring Nuncvadam's voice talking to her once more.
She dragged her eyes away from the figures and looked up to meet his gaze. "Well, sometimes I can-" she broke off and shifted her weight, trying to find the best way to word it, "if something bad is happening, things around me start to move. But it's like it's not even me. I can't really control it." There was a time when she and her friend had gone to the nearby river to play heroes, and when they got there the river, which was normally calm, was rippling strangely. It had actually been a boulder that a couple farmers threw in, but at the time Lais' friend convinced her that it was Cetus coming to eat them (even though Cetus lived in the sea, but whatever). A grumbling sound came from downstream, and Lais' fear grew to the point that she swore she could feel it pulsing off of her in waves, but she wouldn't leave. She wasn't a baby. A couple pebbles around her began to shift, only a little bit, and that was enough to send her friend running home. It wasn't until later that Lais learned that it had been her that had moved the rocks, since she didn't stick around to wait and she what it was when the smallest pebble started rolling toward the river. Too whack for her tastes.
Lais didn't explain the story to Nuncvadam, or any other story about her strangely moving things. They were all a bit embarrassing.
She watched with amazement as Nuncvadam created the two figures out of fire. They were strangely detailed and Lais almost wanted to reach out and touch them. One day she'd be able to do that, she vowed to herself, almost ignoring Nuncvadam's voice talking to her once more.
She dragged her eyes away from the figures and looked up to meet his gaze. "Well, sometimes I can-" she broke off and shifted her weight, trying to find the best way to word it, "if something bad is happening, things around me start to move. But it's like it's not even me. I can't really control it." There was a time when she and her friend had gone to the nearby river to play heroes, and when they got there the river, which was normally calm, was rippling strangely. It had actually been a boulder that a couple farmers threw in, but at the time Lais' friend convinced her that it was Cetus coming to eat them (even though Cetus lived in the sea, but whatever). A grumbling sound came from downstream, and Lais' fear grew to the point that she swore she could feel it pulsing off of her in waves, but she wouldn't leave. She wasn't a baby. A couple pebbles around her began to shift, only a little bit, and that was enough to send her friend running home. It wasn't until later that Lais learned that it had been her that had moved the rocks, since she didn't stick around to wait and she what it was when the smallest pebble started rolling toward the river. Too whack for her tastes.
Lais didn't explain the story to Nuncvadam, or any other story about her strangely moving things. They were all a bit embarrassing.