scopOphilic_micromessaging_1337 - scopOphilic1997 presents a new micro-messaging series: small, subtle, and often unintentional messages we send and receive verbally and non-verbally. (2011)
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scopOphilic_micromessaging_1337 - scopOphilic1997 presents a new micro-messaging series: small, subtle, and often unintentional messages we send and receive verbally and non-verbally. (2011)
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Alpina Road Pheos white/black (Head circumference: 50-55 cm)
Type/Intended use: Race
Construction: In-Mould Technology
Weight: 225g
Type/Intended use: RaceConstruction: In-Mould TechnologyVisor: yesWeight: 225 gCompliance: EN 1078Material: PolyurethaneVentilation openings:Number: 20 piece
Utter silence- Rhedbird writes
Another drabble, featuring my character Pheos. (who happens to be super cool!)
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Pheos had always hated not being able to speak. To not be able to utter a sound. Of course, it made communication difficult. But that had never been the worst of it. The worst thing, was being unable to perform magic.
Why else would murdered, torturers, people who were too bad for death, who welded magic, have their very tongues cut out? Magic could only be performed by verbal commands.
Or so people thought. When Pheos has first heard the rumours of a kind of magic being performed without it, she had simply thought it was myth, legend, the kind of tale old housewives would gossip about, with no substance to it.
But it had still intrigued her. She had always thought she could perform magic, but without a voice to do it with, she had never even tried the simplest of spells.
So, she had searched, trying to find more information, anything that might reveal how this was possible, how it worked.
So, as she grinned coming out of the ruins, the stone tablet in her bag, the paintbrush in one hand, and paint in the other, it looked like the rumours had been true.