A yawn of soft wood scratching stone engulfed his silence. From without, from a hall laced with globes of light and carefully-hewn walls, the body of another Klyros filled the pointed doorway. After a glance briefly scraped the room\'s far wall, she wandered in. Her shadow, slipping on Solliba\'s features past the curved edge of her wings, concealed the aspect of proud sadness that he\'d worn in solitude. Slowly, as darkness ventured deeper beyond the clear blue of his skin, it left a feeling of disgust across its path: here she was, a trespasser into his most sacred alcove, ignorant and heartless to the World\'s magnificence. He had instructed her to come, but now that she was there before him, it somehow felt inappropriate.
The new arrival painted glances on the portal\'s dull green thorns, briefly disturbed by their appearance. The structure wasn\'t new to her, but she had never seen it glow so vibrantly... The few times she had entered this place, it was no more than a small patch set in the floor.
A moment foretold the green spires\' downfall, another their emergence and another their stagnation, and from this simple throbbing motion, her eyes found themselves wrapped in reverie. Her gaze turned soft and servile, following the portal\'s waves, while her wings tightened and embraced her, narrowing the shadow that had marred Solliba\'s face. Bemused, she watched the spires curl and shivr until one of them, more daring than its peers, stretched through the floor and crawled on her bare feet. She followed it along the span of her slight, soft-boned shins, then up along her knees and thighs, until it finally came just below her waist. Then, as the spire twitched and faded, a new amazement seeped into her eyes: she found all her belongings changed somehow. Her clothes had grown dark, her bracers had hardened; the flask in her hand shimmered green, as though polluted by the portal\'s tender light. She wrapped her hands around it, hoping that this would provide at least some degree of protection, and carefully stepped back...
Her wings pressed quietly against Solliba\'s claws, barely aware that someone was behind them. Confused and worried, she looked back, hoping to spot the face of some unknown, unfriendly priest... When her eyes touched Solliba\'s, her hopes were lost amidst a wave of joy.
\"Hello...\", she whispered on her shoulder, half-excited and half-lingering in fear. As her words grew, so did her courage, and she soon found herself speaking in a loud and gleeful tone. \"I\'ve got it for ten Oaths - young, filtered, World-commuted. Here,\" she exclaimed as her hand flew back from the flask, \"is the juice, with the two Oaths left over. Now, what just happened to me?\" Still imbibed with the excitement of fresh victory, the girl left a broad grin to tend her features. Opposite here, the priest\'s frown only flourished. His eyes shone green, sated with mana, and his dark gaze denounced her friendliness. Between them, her broad hands sought to reach his own, one holding the flask and the other bare of any promises.
\"I mean\", she cheerfully continued, oblivious to his disgust, \"Why is the juice shining like that? Why are mt bracelets so tight suddenly?\" The silence of his stoic figure easily repelled her words. A few flickers of the portal went by, slipping through her shadow, but no light could prevail against his bitterness. Strained by confusion, her clear voice cast three more words into the silence: \"Is something wrong?\"
The priest finally shook his head. \"I was willing to give you another task for me, but now, I\'m not sure.\" His left hand quickly gripped the flask, seizing her cold fingers beside it, while a pair of black beads fell into her open palm. She released two more from a pouch hanging below his neck, then muttered: \"Enjoy them. .\" Sensing concern in the girl\'s hand, he slipped his own away and brought the flask before him. Devoid of concern, he pressed a claw into the cork and tore it open. \"Let me see.\", he grumbled, and pried the cork from his finger. It fell into the girl\'s hand, who stared at it for moment. Solliba\'s anger was unusual - almost unheard-of, in fact - and to see him in such a state... The girl could only shake her head.
He brought the flask towards the ceiling, and the green shimmer reappeared: without his skin\'s protection, the light was free to ravage the thick liquid it contained. Glowing when the portal grew and fading when it faded, the flask\'s contents somehow resonated with the mana flowing through it.
Solliba smiled at this, bringing a fresh glimmer of joy upon his dark and weary lips. The white fangs embroiding his smile would have seemed gruesome to a man, but for the Klyros eyes that saw them, they were a testament of joy. \"Yes... That\'s good enough...\", Solliba hissed. \"A little unresponsive to the mana, but that\'s irrelevant. Thank you, Krissan.\" His eyes fell meekly on her own, and melted in the quiet of her stare. \"What\'s wrong?\", she whispered, hiding her concern among the sheets of her soft voice.
\"Many things, I suppose. Nothing to concern you...\" Saying this, he turned away and gestured idly with his hand, almost spilling a small droplet from the green flask it enveloped. As he stared into the portal\'s open, churning maw, his voice took on a slight insistence: \"Now, do you know why I asked for this?\"
The girl shrugged and leaned back, setting her palms against the blanket of her wings. \"Rituals?\"
He shook his thick head almost instantly, smashing the word before it reached his ears. \"If only you knew...\", he muttered, and went on towards the portal. Krissan chose to follow him. Already, his great shadow was emerging around hers, and when he reached the portal\'s edge, the two had become indistinguishable. His voice, formerly charred and grim, emerged in harmony with the bright, twirling lights around him. \"If only you knew! This portal can be changed in ways that... In the most astonishing ways! This,\"-he waved the flask about-\"This potion can change it, if I throw it in at the right time. The next tide... Minutes from now... That\'s when I\'ll need to pour it in. And the result?\" He smiled again, this time more easily, and turned back to the girl. Her body leaned forward instinctively, to sip the last and most excited of his words: \"It\'ll open to another land - far beyond ours.\"
\"And you?...\", she whispered through her teeth, unsure of the priest\'s purpose. The skin of her arms fluttered green, abandoned to the war between the portal and his shadow. Inside her small and lazy heart, a thunder was emerging.
\"No, my dear...\", he responded. \"You are.\"
Beyond the portal\'s maw, eternity could dance around a single moment. A wide sac, fashioned in a teardrop\'s shape, extended on the other side to guard its one inhabitant from time\'s capriciousness. Once full, the tear would break away and sail towards another world, one overtaken by the madness of a god. A moment was the toll to cross eternity; and in that moment, she could only think of her return.
The teardrop shattered almost instantly. Like the petals of a daisy, its bright folds peeled away and collapsed around the girl, forming a solar pattern on the ground. A shaft of light surrounded her, extending as the petals fell, and finally dispersed into a shapeless mass of brilliance. She looked up, beyond the cottages and towers carving at the sky, to hail the source of the blue light that welcomed her into this world. It seemed as though she had emerged in solitude, away from the excitment of the streets ahead. The alleyway was unfamiliar, bearing a dirt-caked, crumbling floor and buildings patched with wood. She tiptoed through the cobblestone for many moments, at once cautious and excited by the strangeness of the city, before finally arriving at the alley\'s edge. From there, a narrow stairway led up to the city streets. The morninglight emblazoned passers-by with a blue tinge, while the streets themselves, still sore from the past day\'s travellers, cried out whenever the sparse crowds would touch them.
Reaching the base of the stairs, Krissan felt the strangeness of this world sink into her. A barrier of thoughts and worries instantly rose from her feet, and even though the way was clear, she found that she could not step forward. Should I climb up? There\'s no other way out, and nothing to do in this cranny of the world... Won\'t anyone wonder how I came out of nowhere? I should\'ve asked him about that... Her eyes closed, her soft breath perished and her legs shivered with tension. Rather than wait in the alley until the streets cleared, she chose to step forward and reach the first person she\'d see. When she did cross into the torch-lit street ahead, her eyes flickered, unused to the strange lights and the stranger things they lit: creatures unlike those of her matron World, devoid of wings and crowns. Dirt-colored grass grew from their heads, sometimes covering their backs, and rather than strip it away, they seemed to actually enjoy it. What would they do with all this?, the girl wondered,
unable to suppress her ever-growing awe. Is it for protection? Some sort of magic?... What?
Drowning in her contemplation, Krissan\'s eyes scoured through the hair of every traveller they met. Bright yellow, dark and vivid red, they seemed as different as the crests of her own people. Perhaps that\'s it..., she finally decided. They just grow weeds instead of crests. Her eyes continued their assement, although this time, they searched for a trustworthy face rather than a wonderous feature. They quickly landed on the nearest traveller, whom she determined worthy. Her hand reached forward, tugged the stranger\'s clothes and fell away, uncertain of its own gesture\'s effect. \"You...\", she addressed the strange creature, hiding her concern inside a swift and boisterous growl. \"You look like a seasoned fellow. How do I get to the nearest weed trader?\"
[OOC: apologies for the shoddy writing, half-assed plot and dumb way to join up with another player. Maybe something interesting will come out of this, though...]