Vitaris is a very warm, very dry wind, and she isn't silent like her mother. She sizzles, as any moisture in the area evaporates, but there is also a faint, almost buzzing song in her gusts. Her light shifts through Keris' eyelids, going from gold to a sort of grey to red and shifting through that spectrum. And... the song sounds sort of happy.
She is also a very fast wind. She is literally blowing circles around Keris. In fact, now that she listens more closely, Keris thinks she might sort of be in the centre of a small, very bright tornado.
Keris tries her best to keep up, though she knows she's outmatched. A sudden thought occurs to her, though, and she flares her anima. A scarlet whirlwind surrounds her, adding to Vitaris's own blinding intensity, with flitting silver shapes whirling through it. Dulmea's music resonates into the audible, pulled hither and thither by the Blinding Wind, and Keris sings along with it amidst her laughter.
The wind echoes with buzzing laughter of its own. There's something slightly hollow about the noise, but... it's strange. Keris feels phantom touches all over her arms, face, and especially her closed eyelids.
Brushing at the phantom touches on her face, Keris's curiosity overwhelms her, and she risks cracking her eyes open for a brief moment - a second, at most - to catch a glimpse of the racing wind around her before slamming them closed again. Her eyes water like hell, but squinting she can just about make out hundred hands of golden light prodding and poking her, and giggling each time the wind does so.
Giggling along, she pokes back at them, and diverts her course up the side of a tower block to see if the wind will follow her. Vitaris giggles and pokes back more, and gets to the top long before Keris does.
Laughing, flaring her anima and playing pattycake with a behemoth of wind and light and considerable power, if the hiss she hears when she listens to the Blinding Wind's Essence is anything to judge by, Keris dances through the streets of Malfeas in Vitaris's company, feeling the winds within her soul stir as the wind around her plays.
And then everything goes... silent.
Aleph: ((...))
EarthScorpion: ((Vitaris is a good girl~))
Aleph: ((so, uh, Vitaris brought the shiny thing she found back to mommy))
Aleph: ((eek))
EarthScorpion: ((dammit adorjan stop trollfacing))
It is probably for the best that Keris's instinctive reaction to being shocked is, and always has been, to bolt. It means that she doesn't stop running. And if she is where she thinks she is, that's a really good thing. Taking a breath she doesn't need, unsure of whether she's hoping to be right or wrong, she cracks open an eyelid and looks around.
Adorjan grins back widely, an impishly mischievous grin on her face, as Vitaris blows around her in a blinding cyclone.
Keris feels her face attempting to blush, pale and stare all at once, which probably makes for a fairly interesting expression. She's run with Her in dreams, but this is real. For the first time since the angyalka entered her mind, Keris hears Dulmea's music falter, and though it starts up again after that brief stumble - quietly, fearfully - her other soul remains resolutely silent.
There's no time to think about that, though. Keris buttons her lip, smiles back shyly, and runs.
Adorjan runs, her human-like body wrapped in a tiny - street sized at most - gust of red ribbons. Keris follows behind. But she's not the only thing following behind. No, there's a tracery in the air behind the Hushbringer, shadowing every footstep. Keris runs, silent, wide-eyed, pushing herself to keep up. She hurdles obstacles, veers up walls and cuts through alleys - sometimes, she even manages a trick that brings her almost level with the figure she follows, before She inevitably pulls ahead again, dancing tantalisingly beyond her Chosen's reach. The figure in her footsteps echoes her, and Keris echoes it, leader to echo to follower. Her lungs burn, though she needs not breathe, and her legs ache, though she runs faster than any mortal. But she doesn't dare stop. Not while Her - Their - eyes and ears are on her. Fear of danger or injury are a distant second to fear of disfavour from disappointing them.
And as she runs, she watches the echo in Adorjan's footsteps. She pulls ever further ahead, occasionally rewarding Keris for a clever stunt by letting her catch up and run alongside Her before leaving the girl behind again, a heartbreak every time it happens, pushing Keris to reach further, to achieve her potential in return for the Silent Wind's presence. Keris watches Her, and watches the tracery in the air that accompanies Her, and her eyes flash green as she takes them in.
Aleph: ((This is almost certainly a mistake that will scare the living daylights out of Keris, but I wanna see the synaesthesia for this, so IEI anyway. Reaction + Awareness = 4+4+2+2 stunt; 12 dice. 6 sux.))
Keris hears nothing at all. The silence is deafening. The silence is blinding. The silence is a world in itself... no, it's larger than Creation, reaching out as far as she can see. She can taste oceans, worlds, universes of blood. And the laughter brushes across her skin like taps from a giant. And it goes on for ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and there's only the silence trailing in her wake and it's filling her mind and her body and she can't even hear Dulmea's song and it's overflowing from inside her head and... Keris screams and makes no sound, the silence spilling out of her.
Her agility serves her naught as she staggers, stumbles and falls, every muscle locked up, every nerve screaming, shaking and hyperventilating and unable to do anything more than tremble in terror and awe. She makes a feeble effort to get to her feet again, to keep running, to keep up with the beautiful laughing form borne on the red wind. But it's useless. She can barely move, she can barely even see through the tears and terror; her eyes dilated to their furthest, her ears unhearing.
Keris clambers to her feet. She is bleeding heavily from the eyes, ears and mouth, and she has lacerations all over her body. She tastes iron. Those moments of stillness before Adorjan left her behind, when she wasn't running any more... they hurt. But nonetheless, she saw the dance of the Silent Wind, and the Silence that ran in her wake. And in running with them, and seeing them, a part of her own soul begins to awaken in their image.
EarthScorpion: ((3 Agg taken))
) I've got no fixed idea of their past lives- indeed, the drama in their lives would come from their current lives almost exclusively.
