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Post by SERAPHINA HERODOR on Jun 29, 2011 9:12:37 GMT -5
The flames twisted within her hands. They coiled, overlapped, expanded, contracted, like a living breathing thing, crafting themselves into various shapes, flowers, birds, shifting colours, through greens, blue, red and yellows, not adhering to any sense of normality concerning flame. As far as fire was concerned, Seraphina was a law unto herself.
She lay in the Hyrule Castle gardens, toying with the fiery playthings in her hands, setting some aloft to hover unaided, birds flitting besides serpents, as she mused over things. New ideas. New concepts. New solutions to old problems. Same old, same old. Wingless flight. Self-propelled transportation. And that idea that now ran amok in her head, that of the Sky Cannon, and shrinking it down. A new means to wage war perhaps?
These ideas came unbound, un-looked for, but were welcome anyway. Reflecting the seething artistry she was working with her hands, it ebbed, flowed and was shaped into something far greater than the raw material. Abruptly, she sat up. The flame-art continued to remain, as she came to a revelation. Of course. Death Mountain was a constant source of heat. Water turned into steam. Steam rose. And that movement could be harnessed! But how...
She stood up, and began pacing, and her pyretic masterpieces followed her as she circled one of the many statues, that of one of the previous kings of Hyrule. Heldane, the Scholar. Fitting really. She stopped as abruptly as she had sat up. Was that pink she saw? On a girl? As in, pink hair? A smile crossed her lips. Nice. She stopped her pacing, looking back where the hair had been... Ah yes, there it was. A girl, or woman, stood there.
Hi there.
Her tone was light, and quite upbeat. After all, she'd just had a huge revelation. The idea developed in her head even as she looked at the young woman before her. Of Hylian descent, judging by the ears, and the general glow she had about her. But it was the hair that interested her. What a marvelously vibrant shade. Like her own, but in a completely different way. |
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