5/24/2025, 2:35 PM
Skill:
Tiberii Shakti-Vaès
It was early. So early. And the bull hadn’t been sleeping well — between her own internal self-torment and the cataclysmic state of their world, she’d found it difficult to settle. It was hard to rest when your skin was practically crawling. Whatever this feeling was (anxiety?), it left her with the harsh feeling of dread … like her heart was constantly in her throat and she was unable to swallow.
But Millie remained … calm. Optimistic, even.
But Millie remained … calm. Optimistic, even.
It was a welcomed contrast to the flurry of her own feelings. It was almost … stabilizing.
She trailed along beside the smaller woman, her citrine gaze peering over as the other seemed to float along. Tiberii would follow, easily falling into place beside the other.
After a few moments of silence, the other would look up, and Tiberii would flick her ears forward, remaining attentive. “A rock…?” Tiberii laughed lightly, offering a smile.
But it was still just a fancy rock.
She trailed along beside the smaller woman, her citrine gaze peering over as the other seemed to float along. Tiberii would follow, easily falling into place beside the other.
After a few moments of silence, the other would look up, and Tiberii would flick her ears forward, remaining attentive. “A rock…?” Tiberii laughed lightly, offering a smile.
A fancy rock,she’d offer in playful correction.
Called it a ‘Rune,’she’d continue, offering the vocabulary that both the Dream Visitor and Solulfur had tried to explain to her multiple times.
But it was still just a fancy rock.
Apparently they ‘ave some kinda ancient magic in ‘em.If ‘Past Tiberii’ could have heard herself talking like this … she’d never believe that she’d resort to believing in magic and voodoo-hoodoo. Tiberii would turn her gaze, looking back toward the field that blossomed with early-morning warmth.
Ya have magic where yer from?The softness of inquiry touched her deem voice, the words spilling melodically form her lips.
