Smoke, Wind, and Air ~ by SaralynArati

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10 years ago

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"Liquid?" he repeats scathingly. "It doesn't translate well," says Summer Wind, "but it won't hurt you, my friend, I promise. You will only become... more malleable. The results are strong, and quick, and we are running out of time; it's past dawn now." "All right," he replied, handing her the wand. "Let's do it." The feeling was like swallowing molten silver, not unpleasantly so, and then someone was trying to stuff a bird up his nose and into his ears. Or maybe the other way around.

10 years ago

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Jonas blenches. "Oh no! No, no! I am not getting turned into a bird and thrown off of a cliff!" He folds his arms across his chest resolutely. The two sisters exchange a glance. "I really think it is the best plan," Smoke Cat says soothingly. "That mountain doesn't look simple to climb at all." Summer Wind is industriously searching her bag for something. "I just... it isn't that I don't trust you. I just can't!" Jonas says almost pleadingly. Then, "What's in that bottle?" "Liquid."

10 years ago

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"Then why on earth did you need rescuing," Jonas demands, piqued, "if all you had to do was fly away?" The young girl merely blinks at him. "Even if Father were not Mourning Cloak... where would I go?" The shaman interrupts this singularly fruitless conversation before it progresses any farther. "Let's focus on the problem at hand, shall we, and decide whether we even want to use the rope at all anymore." Smoke Cat Watching is fingering a small white shape, a perfect figurine of a dove.

10 years ago

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"This rope doesn't seem too heavy, the wind gusts aren't treacherous, and it's so short a distance that I could have flown it easily even when I was first learning." Jonas and Smoke Cat are a bit dumbfounded. "You can fly?" asks Jonas, feeling it necessary to state the obvious conclusion. "Of course, I thought all magic workers could. I absorbed the technique from watching Father when I was only a tiny girl. Mother didn't like it, though, it scared her, so I hid my ability from my parents."

10 years ago

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Out comes the fakir's rope, manipulated to extend outwards and slightly downward toward the nearest ledge. But it doesn't quite reach. If only they had a real grappling hook, maybe it would hang up and stay, pulling the rope a bit away from the window, but not too far to jump to catch it. Similarly, if Smoke Cat were not exhausted, she could float across and lash the rope to the far side. Listening to this discussion, Summer Wind seems puzzled. "But why don't I just carry the end myself?"

10 years ago