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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
2008-08-31 09:46 pm UTC (link)

How did people ever get around with broken legs? Yvaine was so sick of these stupid sticks pressing into the pits of her arms, of having to hobble around like she had been born with a lame leg. Despite the sensations flooding her senses, it almost wasn’t worth this irritation. Maybe she should just go back to her room and sit for a the rest of her days.

No, no. Her room may resemble a night sky, but it certainly wasn’t one. Below her was only the glassy surface of a black floor. Sometimes if she really wished to see things, the floor would clear and show her things that looked like people far below interacting, but the evening star didn’t like this. It wasn’t quite right, so she stopped wishing for such things. What if those things weren’t really happening? It was all an illusion, and she didn’t want false things put into her head.

Yvaine continued to walk around, trying to enjoy the night despite her detriment. Soon enough, she saw a light in the distance. Her initial thought was that perhaps another star was here- one of her sisters perhaps. Upon a longer glance, she realized no star had ever shined in such a way- not even the stars above her head. It was almost like a lantern in the distance, but the light was much brighter and whiter, and it didn’t really flicker the way fire light would. What could that possibly be?

The star’s brows cinched together. Against better judgment, she decided to move closer. Whatever that light was, it was nearing her, too. They would meet party way.

Eventually, she saw the source of the light and its wielder. The light glowed from the tip of what looked like a stick, and the woman who held it had bright pink hair. This was all very unusual. Even in Faerie- from what Yvaine had observed- people didn’t have bright pink hair. “Your hair is bright pink.” She stated the obvious. Who knew, the woman may not have known her hair was such an outstanding colour. It could have been an accident. Best to point it out to her so she could fix it if she needed to do that. Perhaps it was a spell cast over her by a witch. There should be remedies to a simple charm like that.

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tonks_please
2008-09-01 01:34 am UTC (link)

They met, and Tonks saw a very pretty girl. Faintly luminescent, and from far away, well, this could very well have been the light that she saw in the distance and mistook for a star. Of course, she had no idea how right she was about the fallen star thing. It wouldn't even have occured, not even to her, that this could happen. They drew closer together gradually, as Tonks walked somewhat cautiously. Partly to keep herself from tripping quite as often, but also because, as an Auror, you could never really be sure who was dangerous and who wasn't. It was better to be on guard at all times.

As she drew near, she was keenly aware that she was being studied. She felt no compunction about staring back. A pretty girl, she decided. And she seemed very nice. As for her comment about her hair, well, she appreciated the honesty. Most people tried to hide that they were staring. She prefered a more direct approach. Very little said directly to her face would actually offend her. Things heard behind her back was another story.

"I know. I make it that way. Do you like another color more?"

She frowned thoughtfully, and then, inspired by the faint, soft glow of the other woman's skin, she concentrated briefly. This was going to be a challenge... the color flowed out of her hair, to be replaced by a bright, almost shimmering, silver color. She held a strand of it up to her eyes and nodded. It had turned out exactly how she'd wanted. Not exactly the same as the girl's skin, of course, but then she couldn't make it shine in exactly the same way. It was as close as she could do, and she was quite proud of it. Not bad, for a first try at something.

"This better? I'm Tonks." She frowned as she noticed that the girl was limping around on crutches. Always compassionate, she felt sympathy for the girl. But she didn't show it too much, because some people were sensitive to these things. She might not seem it, but she could show remarkable tact. Up to a point, of course. "What happened to your leg?" The question was matter-of-fact, which she hoped the girl would appreciate. She knew that she, herself, would absolutely hate anyone being condescending to her because of an injury.

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