Eilidh (fairyofair) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-04-14 15:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-09-05, linnea |
air & water
Who: Eilidh and Linnea
When: Early morning
Where: River near Linnea's home
'Another thing that I think you might just want to consider observing is personal boundaries.'
"You mean like how much space is between two people?" Eilidh's expression was almost affronted when she brought the hand her familiar was perched on up in front of her face. "Flicker, I'm not a barbarian, I know what a personal bubble is."
The cerulean warbler tilted his head first to one side, then to the other. 'You sure?' Eilidh just looked at him. 'Okay. But I wasn't talking about that. I meant like the boundaries of people's land. Where you're not supposed to go because it's not yours.' None of the land was hers and Eilidh knew that. She hadn't lived here for long enough to have anything but a loose claim even to the spot of land surrounding where she'd pitched her tent a thousand or so yards upriver from where she was now walking. It was a good place but it wasn't ideal for practicing with her element and Eilidh really needed to do that now that the rain was gone. She always felt so bad when she didn't call the winds up and play with them. Surely Air missed her. 'Like right now, I think this is someone's yard.'
Eilidh paused and glanced around. She could see clear signs of occupation; like a little path that seemed to be worn into the grass leading down to the river's edge from that hill. But she didn't see, or hear, a single person. "I don't see anyone." It was a good spot too. The ground here was level enough and that hill meant that she wouldn't be able to cause too much damage to surrounding things. She'd seen how touchy these mortals could be when you dared to destroy their oh-so-precious possessions. Who really needed those death traps that zoomed around on the wheels? Cars, they called them cars, but Eilidh had only needed to pass a little under a foot from one to know that it'd be like welcoming death if she climbed into one. There was iron all over it! Shuddering just at the thought she settled down onto the ground, giving a flick of her wrist to toss her familiar into the air where he proceeded to flutter and swoop around her head, chittering like the volume'd work where his voice hadn't. "I need to practice, Flicker."
'But you're a master.'
"Yes." Eilidh's smile was radiant as she urged a wind to spring up out of this humid day, rippling little waves on the surface of the water as it swirled about and came to tug at her hair and clothes. "But that's all. You see into my head." Poor thing. "Can't you see that the fae are supposed to have much more?"
Flicker's feathers fluffed up as he landed on the ground out of reach of Eilidh's not so little wind that was now picking up loose leafs and little sticks, tossing them into the river as though clearing them out of the way. 'You're going to make a mess of someone's yard.'
"You're being silly, it doesn't matter."
'It might to them.'
"I don't know them." Why should she care if she didn't know who they were?
'That's why it's a problem.'
Eilidh frowned again, but her attention was neatly diverted when she saw a fish jump out of the water. Her grin returned and the wind spun out of her control for a moment as she pointed the ripples out to Flicker. "Oh, see what you miss because you're picking at me! I can spin you a wind, Flicker, if you want to fly higher." The warbler just hopped from foot to foot and shook his head before flying up to the high branches of a tree, hopefully out of reach. Eilidh let him think that even though she knew she could get a wind up there without even trying. Like he'd said, she was a master and she'd been one for centuries now.