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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
2008-09-03 02:03 am UTC (link)

Yvaine couldn’t imagine why a person wouldn’t want to return to their home. Sure, it was nice to get out and go places every now and again as long as you knew there was a home to which to return. She wished she knew she could go home. It would make this adventure a fun one instead of the depressing one it had turned out to be.

“Oh.” The evening star said simply. She had been under the impression that everyone had at least a tiny hint of magickal capabilities. Even those who seemed absolutely devoid of it could do a little something. She had no idea there were those who separated themselves out between magickal and non-magickal people. It reminded her of what Ayla had told her about the Clan she was in discriminating against her because she didn’t look like them. The idea of it was saddening, but there did seem to be good people who believed in segregation of specific traits. “There must not have been many in Faerie who used the term. That’s why I didn’t know it. I’ve never seen a difference in London between good and bad parts except for the richer and poorer areas. Maybe I just can’t see what you can see from the sky.”

Yvaine’s head cocked slightly to one side, and she found her gaze moving from the Tonks’ face to the witch’s skin then to the flesh on the back of her hand. “Yes. My sister’s skin does the exact same thing, and our mother’s skin glows even brighter.” She lifted the sleeve of her gown back a bit. The movement caused a bit of glittery dust to flutter down. Blue optics watched it idly. She’d never really paid attention to that before. “I never bothered to ask about it, though. I was too busy watching the earth below me, or singing with my sisters. I’m sure one of the other stars has asked our mother about it, but I know not why we shine. I only know that it is what stars do best.”

The evening star felt elated and happy. She could not suppress the joy on her face. If she’d seemed to glow before, she was absolutely bright with light now- literally. Her glee had caused her to shine brighter than she had before when she was a bit mopey. “It doesn’t hurt a bit.” Yvaine stood on her formerly wounded leg while the always healthy one raised a little off the ground to show her. “I suppose healing a star is no different than healing a human or a witch.”

She listened curiously as Tonks informed her how it was done. “I suppose a powerful witch could utter an incantation in her mind. I’ve found they speak out loud because it focuses the magickal energy easier. Often they use more than a stick, though. Herbs and candles are used quite a bit. I’ve never seen a witch so powerful as yourself, though.” If she hadn’t been kidnapped by the Planet she would have met a particularly fowl and powerful witch- two actually, though one far outmatched the other- who would have tried to cut out her heart, but that was not to be. The Planet had rescued her from such a fate; however, as she did not know about this, she wasn’t quite grateful to the lump of rock she stood upon for its favor.

Yvaine watched with amusement as Tonks demonstrated her prowess as a skilled witch. “That is fabulous. Perhaps in London they use different spells.” The star mused. Before, she’d never seen a levitation spell used with those words. She decided she should pay more attention to the rest of the world if she ever found a way home- however unlikely it seemed. When she’d lived in the sky, the evening star had found that Faerie was the most interesting place to watch; though every now and again her attentions would move elsewhere over the earth. “Did you learn from your mother the way most witches tend to do?”

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tonks_please
2008-09-03 04:56 pm UTC (link)

It was quite unconscious, her discrimination about non Magical people. She didn't think about it, and it was really low key and only came out at certain times. In fact, other than her assumption that everyone could do certain things that only those with magic could do, and the fact that she called certain people muggles, it rarely came out at all. She'd spoken to many people here, only a few of whom could do magic, and she'd been equally friendly to all of them.

"I want to learn how to do that... I wonder..."

She concentrated once more, for longer this time, and tried to will her skin into having a sort of luminesence just like the star did. After a few moments, she looked down at her hand. She thought it looked a little brighter, shinier, but wasn't sure. Maybe it was just wishful thinking.

"Do I look any different to you? Is my skin glowing?"

In point of fact, it was, just a little bit. But it was already fading fast, and would certainly take a lot of practice to get to the point where she could turn it on just as easily as she changed her hair color. Maybe it would never come. But she decided that she'd keep trying, because it was not only pretty, but would be really handy if she was ever trapped somewhere without her wand or a light.

"I'm glad you don't hurt anymore... but it's sad that you fell in the first place. What's the sky like, anyway? I've never really been all the way up to where the stars are."

She grabbed a strand of her silvery hair and concentrated once more, trying really hard to make it shimmer. It did, for a second, but then went back to the soft silver it had been before. She shrugged and whimsically turned it bright yellow, which was a shocking contrast. But it looked neat, at least as far as she was concerned.

"I think witches and wizards all over the world do magic the same way. There's at least three wizarding schools in Europe, and maybe some over in America too, I dunno." She shrugged, not really caring much. "I don't know, but I was taught silent incantations were the best, because you can use them in more situations. Yeah, well, I guess my mom taught me, at least to start. She was a witch. My dad was a muggle, though..." she frowned thoughtfully and cast a glance at the star, wondering for a second if she'd be judged by that. In the wizard world, she often was. But this wasn't there anymore. "Anyway, when I was Eleven I went to Hogwarts, just like most do."

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