#tildesalads

[dwaynatakethewheel]

They Move on Tracks of Never-Ending Light- This Will Destroy You

[dwaynatakethewheel]

The sylvari watched the elementalist. "Are you even listening to yourself?"

“Am I listening to myself~?” Sphae replied with some curled lip. She let out an amused laugh.  Thorns constricted her lilt.   Sphae lovingly rests a hand on Xsaiavlairnn’s shoulder, aflicker of a huntress looking down on her prey runs across her features. 

“But of course I am, really, with such a silence, I’ve never felt such clarity~…” She shook her head, dropping her hand across his chest before stepping back. “Really, Xsaiav’lairnn~…” The singsong had its gripping thorns, "Are you even listening to me~? You would do well to~…." 

Sphae turned to overlook the horizon. The sun had such a burning hue.  Golden light spilled across the skies, touching against the coming night. “You’ve made your progress, and I’ve made mine~ Persistence gave me the clarity I sought~ The direction I wanted~…”  Sphae turns to him as the twilight invokes an amber bioluminescence.  

"I’m going to find what I’ve been looking for…very soon~….” A manic smile grew then, and for just a fleeting moment, Xsaiavlairnn saw fear in those green-orange eyes, before a predator’s joy came to them.

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Xsaiavlairnn's words to Sphae seemed as misplaced as the situation. "Don't you dare come near me!"

"Don’t be a complete idiot, NOW of all places, Xsaiavlairnn!” Sphae called out into the crackling storm.   For the first time … ever really, she spoke his name with sharp urgency, no playful lilt or singsong.  This sylvari meant business!

Sphae looks at the mess of chaotic magic ahead of her with some challenge. Whatever they had come for was gone, and now the mesmer was a crackling mess that had somehow kept the place from mashing them into a vegetable paste.   Despite the predicament, this wasn’t the place to be a martyr.   Sphae grumbled, but really had no room to talk, since, not even a season or so ago, she fully anticipated Xsaiavlairnn to leave her behind when they visited the ley line hub. 

Stepping closer to the mess of magic, Sphae felt a familiarity, yet a strangely inviting hostility.  She could never make sense of his magic, and that was not an exception of course.  Though, the confidence in her step meant much. She had felt it, she had been apart of it once.  Surely, that meant something as far as tolerance went.  Sphae took the plunge in stepping through. Disorientation struck.  She could feel the numbness tingling down her body, but she could still walk, She could still function.  Sphae could just feel whatever glower Xsaiavlairnn may have for her through the distortions and blurriness of the magic within.  She sneered at that. 

"You’re not getting left behind," Sphae grunted as she came closer to the mass of black and gold.  The sylvari took a knee then, planting a palm against the floor.  A hum reverberated with some alarm as she practiced her magic within Xsaiavlairnn’s chaotic realm.  Cracks circled around them.  Purple magic and electricity spilled from the earthy seam. Quite abruptly, their makeshift platform sank as if the floor around them wasn’t solid stone at all.  It seemed to work! …For now.

Will the derp salads make their grand escape from crumbling ruins? Tune in Next Week…..

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Xsaiavlairnn looked over his friend with an oddly curious, almost concerned, expression. "Do I know you?"

Their friendship had lasted years, but somehow, she knew that the question would pop up someday.  Overtime, Sphae found answers she would have preferred left alone.  Why did she dig in the first place? For him.  The more she learned, the wider the rift seemed to get between them.  Of course, she never tended to the distance, but a sylvari she came to grow and love as a close friend, well, it can be a difficult thing to manage, knowing both sides of the coin.

Though, the fire-flower of a sylvari didn’t really have room to talk… did she? She never gave him a lot of her truth, only what she wanted him to see, what she wanted to be in light of a new and tolerant friend all those years ago in Shaemoor.

Sphae blinked, realizing just how tightly she had a hold on his wrist.  Brilliant, sun-golden embers trailed off her wrist, hanging in the air like amber fire flies. The taller sylvari… had the oddest look on his face. Could she really let that be the last she sees of him?  Her fingers twitched. Could she let him go? Oh how easy it would be to let go, just as she has before, with countless others.  Run from the past, never see them again, never see him again.  How easy it would be.   But, she didn’t want easy, not this time.  

A calm her friend could never feel doused the fires of anxiety in Sphae’s heart.  She quietly replied, “My name is Sphae, we were friends once~….”

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