Post by Andrea Williams on Oct 29, 2014 19:10:59 GMT
It had been two weeks exactly since Andrea had been granted her talisman and reached enlightenment. She had made some progress, but not much only succeeding in opening one eye and that was on the night where she was at her most potent, the very same day she had touched her own consciousness. Since then she had started to revert, coming back to the earthly concerns that gripped her once before. She was worried to say the least, that perhaps she didn't have what it took after all and that sh would disappoint Floki. Relief came to her on chilly winds though one night as she lay rocking in the serene darkness of sleep's ocean, the pendant her teacher had given her over her heart.
It was a vision, a message from the forces beyond space and time, of this she was sure because she saw what she had been long searching for; The Gates of Blasphirum. In her mind, Floki stood in front of the gates, body nearly completely black in sigils with blood seeping from all visible orifices. Despite the alarming state of her teacher, Andrea was not scared. There was a certain calmness to it all and a slowness with how even the flames on the burning oaks beside the gates flickered. There was not so much peace, but balance. It felt right and natural. Even with his profuse bleeding, Floki was grinning and repeating soundless words over and over. Andrea understood, even in the silence. At the Gates of Blasphirum, I break my breath. On the gates and eye opened, replicating the current state of Andrea's talisman. The cornea was a cold icy blue, her own eye, she realized. Then the other eye opened, it was pitch black completely as if the pupil consumed all. That was when she heard Floki's voice, only a whisper before it gained momentum and volume until it pained Andrea to listen any longer.
The slytherin sat up in her bed, but she was not alarmed and her heart was not beating uncontrollably as it often did when she woke up mid dream. A cool breeze caressed Andrea in the windowless room and she noticed only her bed curtains were moving. She thought back again to what Loki had said about the cold winds being her friend and took comfort in it. They changed then, the winds, and she knew they were directing her to where she needed to go.
"Patience" she told them and the wind ate her words. Andrea took a deep breath before slipping out of her night gown in place of something lighter. She pulled on a thin camisole, what as moonlight. It was a highly immodest gown, unfit for a fourteen year old. She had only stolen it from her mother to anger the women but now she found a use for it. The less clothes she had on, the closer she was to the winds and the earth and the universe in general and her thin gown covered everything that was essential so ultimately it was convenient. The winds pushed at her again, lifting her dark hair in their impatience. She heeded to them, throwing on her school robe over the dress in case she got caught before slipping on some flats and following the chilling breeze out the door.
The winds did not lead Andrea far from her snake den, taking her only to the boat house. Andrea was confused for a moment, there was no mirror in here, but then she saw it, suspended against he wall a large ornate looking mirror that seemed it had been set just for her. Upon close inspection Andrea realized the glass was murky, and the artful gold frame had black bits of seaweed caught in it's notches. Must be something dredged up from the depths of the Black Lake, Andrea theorized but questioned no more. She stood in front of it, moonlight bleaching her and making her the image reflected in the mirror even paler than before. Her robes fell around her ankles in a gentle swoosh before the wind danced around her one more time, caressing fingers running greedily over her, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Andrea touched her pendant again before looking into the mirror, seeing herself, as she let her spirit bleed away from her mortal vessel to observe Andrea's human consciousness. Just as she was leaving, a clatter startled her and she was pulled back into her body. Andrea's head snapped in the direction of the sound, light eyes already cold, judging, and hostile, contorting her fair face into one of deep irritation.
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It was a vision, a message from the forces beyond space and time, of this she was sure because she saw what she had been long searching for; The Gates of Blasphirum. In her mind, Floki stood in front of the gates, body nearly completely black in sigils with blood seeping from all visible orifices. Despite the alarming state of her teacher, Andrea was not scared. There was a certain calmness to it all and a slowness with how even the flames on the burning oaks beside the gates flickered. There was not so much peace, but balance. It felt right and natural. Even with his profuse bleeding, Floki was grinning and repeating soundless words over and over. Andrea understood, even in the silence. At the Gates of Blasphirum, I break my breath. On the gates and eye opened, replicating the current state of Andrea's talisman. The cornea was a cold icy blue, her own eye, she realized. Then the other eye opened, it was pitch black completely as if the pupil consumed all. That was when she heard Floki's voice, only a whisper before it gained momentum and volume until it pained Andrea to listen any longer.
The slytherin sat up in her bed, but she was not alarmed and her heart was not beating uncontrollably as it often did when she woke up mid dream. A cool breeze caressed Andrea in the windowless room and she noticed only her bed curtains were moving. She thought back again to what Loki had said about the cold winds being her friend and took comfort in it. They changed then, the winds, and she knew they were directing her to where she needed to go.
"Patience" she told them and the wind ate her words. Andrea took a deep breath before slipping out of her night gown in place of something lighter. She pulled on a thin camisole, what as moonlight. It was a highly immodest gown, unfit for a fourteen year old. She had only stolen it from her mother to anger the women but now she found a use for it. The less clothes she had on, the closer she was to the winds and the earth and the universe in general and her thin gown covered everything that was essential so ultimately it was convenient. The winds pushed at her again, lifting her dark hair in their impatience. She heeded to them, throwing on her school robe over the dress in case she got caught before slipping on some flats and following the chilling breeze out the door.
The winds did not lead Andrea far from her snake den, taking her only to the boat house. Andrea was confused for a moment, there was no mirror in here, but then she saw it, suspended against he wall a large ornate looking mirror that seemed it had been set just for her. Upon close inspection Andrea realized the glass was murky, and the artful gold frame had black bits of seaweed caught in it's notches. Must be something dredged up from the depths of the Black Lake, Andrea theorized but questioned no more. She stood in front of it, moonlight bleaching her and making her the image reflected in the mirror even paler than before. Her robes fell around her ankles in a gentle swoosh before the wind danced around her one more time, caressing fingers running greedily over her, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Andrea touched her pendant again before looking into the mirror, seeing herself, as she let her spirit bleed away from her mortal vessel to observe Andrea's human consciousness. Just as she was leaving, a clatter startled her and she was pulled back into her body. Andrea's head snapped in the direction of the sound, light eyes already cold, judging, and hostile, contorting her fair face into one of deep irritation.
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