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fallen_star (fallen_star) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-08-31 00:44:00

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complete, day 13, nymphadora tonks, yvaine

Day Thirteen
Who: Nymphadora Tonks and Yvaine
What: Healing a Star’s Leg
When: Day 13; Evening
Where: Wandering the Grounds
Rating: PG
Status: Complete

Yvaine sighed as her eyes fluttered open. Spiritless stars twinkled back at her flatly. The storm had passed by the time she had awakened the night before, but her leg had ached a bit, so she chose not to face those wicked stairs and the outside. Instead she passed the time by singing and thinking until the early morning when Ayla brought the cup of tea. She drank it, then went promptly to sleep. Despite going to bed late, she awoke just as the sun was setting as she always had. It was quite lucky that the time of day coincided with the time of day in her former world. The cave woman had made it clear that she was no longer near Earth or Faerie. This was another world, another place.

This night, Yvaine’s leg was feeling better. She felt ready to fair the staircase and walk around the place. She wanted to see the stars. Maybe her sisters could see her from where she was, and they would tell her mother she was safe and only a little hurt. It would heal. Everything would be okay.

Gripping the crutches, she lifted herself to a standing position with one under each arm pit. Her gait was as ungraceful as one could get, but what could anyone say? She had a broken leg. If anyone smarted off to her she would give those dunderheads a piece of her mind. With determination and an edge of pessimism, she stepped out into the hallway, hobbled down the stairs, and went out the door.

The air was warm. Strike that. The air was hot. The sun had just set, so it would cool off with the aid of the breezes blowing off the sea, but the evening star knew immediately the day must have been a hot one. That was the trouble with the ground. In the sky, stars twinkled, more numerous than she’d thought formerly. They were not her sisters, though- not a single one, even the furthest stars. Neither of the moons was her mother, but she already knew that was the way of it. They didn’t shine and twinkle the way her family had. What a pity. So much more beauty could have been had within the night sky. A sadness washed over her, making her feel a little bitter. That feeling of being truly lost where even her family could not view her wellbeing swept through her. Life was going to be incredibly difficult from here on out.

Despite her sadness, she still shone. It wasn’t in stars to ever stop shining as their skin was coated in a dust of sorts that shimmered brightly. If one who was very far away were to look in her direction, she would appear to be a tiny point of light.

Yvaine sighed and moved along. She did not go within the largest building, for she had been within doors for far too long- even if her room resembled the sky a bit. The fresh air was nice, despite the strange salty quality to it. It added an interesting spark she’d never experienced before, and she quite liked it. This was what humans experienced- scents, tastes, and there were plenty of things to touch and observe now that the perspective had drastically changed. She shined a tiny bit lighter.

Despite the warmth of the evening and the hindering crutches, Yvaine decided she would explore the grounds.

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fallen_star
2008-09-06 02:56 pm UTC (link)

If Yvaine had her hands clasped tightly before the broom rose off the ground, she had a death grip now. She tried to be mindful of the pressure her arms exerted onto the other woman as she did not wish to hurt her by squeezing too tightly, but she definitely did not wish to risk another fall.

While Tonks may have believed the broom reacted slowly, the evening star thought it was rather quick for a flying device. She could feel her heart pounding rapidly beneath her breast as they rose higher and higher, gaining speed as they did. How high did the witch intend for them to go? Pass out? That thought worried Yvaine. It would be quite difficult to keep a good grip and stay on the broom if she were to faint. She only found herself nodding at the statement, having momentarily lost her ability to speak. Due to the stars position behind the witch, she may not have noticed the acknowledgement. Slow sounded good, though.

“All right.” The star woman responded, finding her voice at last. She found it was a bit cooler the higher they rose in altitude. The ground below had still been warm from that day’s sun, but it felt more like night should in the air.

Breathing? That wasn’t a strange concept to Yvaine, but she’d never really thought of it in terms to herself. Yes, her chest rose and fell with each draught of air taken into her body, but she had the feeling that breathing might be different for her than a human. The air in the sky had been thinner than she knew the air on the ground to be now that she’d experienced both. She suspected she would be capable of breathing even after it grew difficult for the witch to do so without aid of magick.

The air felt nice as it lifted her hair and carried the folds of her gown. The sky seemed so small from earth, but flying reminded her of her home. Below them, the view was the same as when she’d watched from higher up in the sky, though she was much closer now. Her hearing seemed to be the same as it was on the ground, though. If she hadn’t known better, she might have felt as if the sky above would envelop her in its dark embrace, carrying her home to her sisters and her mother. Such a whimsical fantasy. If only…

Then again, she'd never thought people could truly fly, and here she was high in the air. Perhaps Tonks could take them all the way into the sky. Her glow became brighter at the thought.

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tonks_please
2008-09-06 03:55 pm UTC (link)

Up and up they went, and eventually, Tonks started finding it hard to breathe. Not like she was going to pass out or anything, but apparently Marcus was right. It did get harder to breathe as you got higher up. Who knew? She put her wand to her head, concentrated, and a bubble of force covered her face. The bubble-head charm enabled her to breathe freely again, and she turned carefully around to do the same to Yvaine. After all, she didn't know that the star had no problems breathing in this atmosphere, and she was far too kind to allow her to potentially suffer.

Once that was done, she kept angling up. The other woman's grip around her waist didn't bother her, actually, it made her feel better. She wasn't really used to having people on her broom, especially not muggles. Not that a star woman could precisely be called a muggle, she supposed. This was all so confusing. It made the whole Muggle/Wizard system seem to break down, when there were so many other options. Luckily, she'd never been as rabit about the whole wizard superiority thing as some of her near relatives. Or this would be a whole hell of a lot harder to take.

Suddenly she frowned and reached up with both hands, holding onto the broom tightly with her legs. Long hours of time spent practicing Quidditch had paid off well... she touched something solid, though it appeared to be clear air. She moved slowly along it, finally rapping on it with her knuckles.

"We're blocked... we'd better go down again."

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