Portia narrows
her eyes at you.
Canafayin says
'I thought I detected of Kontaur Accent'
Portia says 'You
don't seem well traveled then, my dear Canafayin.'
Canafayin says
'Well, I haven't been there in ages'
Canafayin raises
an eyebrow at Portia.
Bastian walks
in, his brown eyes quickly scanning the room.
Canafayin bows
before you.
Canafayin says
'Hello good sir'
Portia growls
at the sight of Bastian. "Well look who we have here. Are
you stalking
me?" the fae girls asks.
Bastian smirks,
looking instead at the red haired one that got away his
eyes locked onto
her person, his hand moving slowly to his pocket.
Bastian turns
momentarily to Canafayin, issuing his own words of
warning. 'Leave.
Lest ye fare the same dismal fate as that
waitress.'
Canafayin smirks
at Bastian, 'That is definitely a Northern Plains
accent'
Bastian turns
back towards Portia, his head instinctively tilting as he
surveys her.
'My dear. Understand that I am here out of destiny, lest we
flatter ourselves.'
Slanted, emerald
hued, eyes follow the movement of Bastian's hand and
Portia steps
back. "Whatever you have in your pocket, you might want to
leave it there."
The fae girl groans at Bastian's word, did he HAVE to
mention the waitress?
He was so obnoxious it made her sick. Portia flutters to a nearby fountain and
sits down, watching the two male pixie from above.
Bastian emits
what can only be considered a laugh, the sound of bells
echoing sharply
through the room. He quickly pulls forth his bow.
Portia says to
you, 'Whatever is it with you? Did someone mistreat you
as a child? You
might want to consider therapy with a cleric or some
such.'
You say 'I have
a therapy that seems to work just fine..'
Portia's wings
of pearl flutter lazily behind her as she glares at
Bastian. "I think
not," she replies.
Canafayin eyes
Bastian cafefully, 'What this about the waitress?'
Bastian quickly
nocks a diamond tipped arrow, turning upwards towards
Portia, whispering
softly, and letting the arrow fly, watching as it
gathers light
and speed, rushing towards her.
Portia quickly
lifts her hand and the arrow harmlessly falls to the
ground. "You
are starting to bore me, whoever you might be."
Canafayin flies
towards Bastian and grabs his bow, 'Stop it! We need her
alive!'
Portia wonders
'"We" need her alive? For whatever would you need me
alive? '
Bastian flutters
back, ripping his bow from the pixie's grip. 'DO NOT
TOUCH ME!' He
quickly nocks another arrow, though the tip is now of a
soft emerald.
He moves quickly towards the door..
Bastian aims
towards the centre of the room and lets loose his arrow,
closing his eyes,
the one arrow turning to many, filling the room with a
volley of flying
daggers.
Portia moves
with lightening speed. One second sitting at the edge of
the fountain
and in the next right behind Bastian. With a sweet but
annoyed voice,
she whispers in his ears "You are too slow, catch me if
you can!" The
fae girl snaps her finger and disappears.
Canafayin grumbles,
'Bloody Flying Corps, just shoot arrows at
everything!'
Canafayin dodges
the arrows and tries to fly back to Bastian, 'Stop
shooting at me! I am a royal agent!'
Bastian fluidly
moves aside, snapping his fingers. A black wolf appears
below him, bathed
in shadow, a four legged beast of black, save his
glimmering teeth.
Bastian points
towards Canafayin, the wolf lunging. Bastian looks up,
his earring pulsating
onyx. His eyes glaze over, their hue taking on a
vivid green.
He flies towards the window, slamming an invisible pixie
against the glass
with his forearm.
Portia shields
her thoughts from Bastian, learning from their earlier
encounter but
thanks to his powers he easily detects her invisibility
spell and slams
right into her. The air is knocked out of Portia's lungs
for a split second
but she recovers easily turning her skin flaming hot
to the touch.
"How do you like that?" she asks and becomes visible
again.
Canafayin quickly
dodges and flies out of the wolf's reach, he quicky
grabs his silver
daggers from his boots, 'Do I have to take care of you
too? By the order of the king. I order you to yield!'
Pulling back
his singed forearm, a trail of smoke trailing above it, the
pixie sneers
in disgust. 'Your petty magic tricks cannot save you.' He
flips backwards
towards the centre of the room, turning back to the now
armed pixie thief.
'Do not interfere. This is not a battle you wish to
meddle in. And
please, save us from your illusions of the king's
grandeur. He
is a fae just like the rest of us, and he too shall fall
beneath me.'
Clapping his hands together, a mercurial glow surrounds his
small form, his
eyes turning a surreal shade of platinum. He points a
solemn finger
towards Canafayin, the wolf turning to lunge at him from
behind. Bastian
quickly fires two ruby-tipped arrows towards either side
of Canafayin,
their tips blazing brightly before bursting into flame. He
looks up anxiously,
afraid of losing his intended target. Silly pixie.
I beg you to
meddle further.
"Petty magic
tricks?! I give you petty magic!" Portia thinks and makes
sure her mental
barrier is lowerd for Bastian to read her thoughts. Her
usually innocent
looking wings burst into flames and she descends into
the air. Her
eyes turn onyx as she utters several arcane spells while
holding out her
arms. Quickly she pulls them together and as soon as her
palms meet, Bastian's
arrows dissolve into fine mist and a protective
shield forms
around Canafayin's body. Portia could not care less if he
died or not but
right now, she just wanted to "meddle" with Bastian's
plans.
Canafayin watches
at the arrows dissolve and glances at Bastian and
Portia, 'You traitorous sprite! She was only wanted for questioning!
You sir are the
one meddling! On who's authority do you act?'
Deep breaths.
Deep breaths. The wolf, forgotten, slams into the back of
Canafayin, doing
little harm, thanks to his protective enchantments, but
the force of
the blow knocking him forward. With a wave of his hand,
Bastian returns
the wolf to whence it came. 'You sir, know not what you
deal with. And
one would appreciate it if you would leave us be. She
cannot shield
you for long.' Ahhh yes. Blinking, with a slight nod, the
pixie vanishes
from the room. Not invisible, just, not here. An audible
snap is still
heard throughout the Village, a scream piercing the
room. He quickly
returns, leading in toe two Pixie children. His smile
is sickening,
his forearm slowly outstretching as he again points
towards Canafayin.
The pixie children, their eyes black, and their minds
warded against
any other fly towards Canafayin.
Unfortunately, Bastian was closer to the truth than Portia would like
to
admit. Her powers
were losing force and a light film of sweat
starts to form
on her doll like features. No, she would not cave in and
with a surge
of newly acquired will she holds her right arm outstretched
to keep her force
field around Canafayin and her left arm to build a
portal right
in front of the children. Like a vacuum, it sucks the pixie
children in and
moves them back into the city...unharmed. She should
get a medal tonight
for all the "good things" she had done. Suddenly,
the protective
globe about Canafayin wavers and the portal collapses.
Her strength
was leaving her after all. "Stop this madness!" she urges
Bastian telepathically.
"What do you want from me?" Portia snaps
her fingers and
the shield disappears but she moves right in front of
Canafayin instead.
Canafayin tries
to take off, but gets knocked down by the wolf and
lands on his
head, losing one of his daggers, while the other dagger is
stuck in the
ground in his hand on landing, making very vulnerable to
attack.
,
Crossing his
arms, the pixie looks as though every part of him desires
nothing more
than to stomp his feet on the ground and cry. He regains his
composure quickly
however, his eyes piercing through Portia's sentient
thoughts. 'As
if the answer had not already presented itself. I want
you, my dear.'
He flutters back towards the door, his hand fiddling with
the unseen trinket
in his pocket. 'I have nought the time nor the
patience to continue
this little game of cat and mice. I come for her.
You may invoke
the name of the king as much as you wish, but it shall
deter me not,
for I stand under no one. This king you mention has little
to show for himself...'
His powers must be great to lead a nation, powers
that shall ultimately
be mine. 'Cease these childish games, Portia. Your
fate has already
been written.' A frown falls over his face, his eyes...
blinking lazily
with ennui. 'I tire of this nonsense. Surrender now
and your precious
mind will thank you.'
Canafayin tries
to take off, but gets knocked down by the wolf and lands
on his head.
He says , 'I will find you Pi...' He loses conscienceness.
Portia's eyes
have regained their natural green color and her wings are
once again of
an innocent pearl. Lana...no, she had no strength left to
conjure her.
"I will not belong to anyone," she sneers. Damp locks are
clutched to her
face and she pushes them behind elongated ears. She was
mad at herself
for pushing her powers to the absolute limit, leaving her
with not much
left to conquer any more of his attacks. Her mind is a
whirlwind trying
to figure out her next steps. She steps further away
from Bastian
and cocks her head to the side. "Please, broaden my horizon
and reveal your
intentions. This, you put it so perfectly, cat and mouse
game is tiring
indeed."
With a heavy
sigh, the aggressive fae rolls his eyes, his hue, in turn,
reverting to
it's natural state. 'At the very least...' He regards
Canafayin's limp
body 'the incessant meddling has ceased. You have
something I want,
and I intend to get it. There stands no bargaining or
begging to save
you the trouble, for it is not something you would ever,
willingly give.'
She would not get any answers today. He could sense
that slight tingle
of fear rise within her. The time had gone. 'Know
that I will get
it.' He moves towards the oaken board, tracing his
finger across
the missives. 'Granted, I had no intention of meeting you
here. Be glad
of it.' A streak of gold, he makes a quick exit, leaving
Portia, once
again, with his mess.
Portia wasn't
one to show weakness but she was so exhausted that she
collapsed as
soon as Bastian left her side. Pulling her knees in close
to her body,
she wraps her arms around them and cradles her tired body.
Nothing like
this has ever happened to her but mistakes were intended
for this, right?
Making them and learning from it. Portia most
definitely had
to learn a lot as she was not as strong as she thought.
Her eyes wander
to the pixie next to her and she only shrugs her
shoulders. He'd
be alright. With the last of her powers she astral's
back to her room
where Lana was waiting for her. With a sigh she cuddles
close to her
and falls asleep...haunted by the dark eyes of Bastian and
his threatening
words.