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Post by Xavier Avery Flame on May 11, 2011 15:30:06 GMT -5
The sun was still in the sky, but slowly dipping towards the horizon - reaching out tendrils to stroke along the line it would soon sink behind. It was quiet, and peaceful, and the light cast long shadows upon the ground on which the teenager was sitting, cross legged on the ground. Xavier probably shouldn't be out here, really, but he'd wanted the time, and he'd wanted to be alone. And what better place to be alone than hidden amongst the tombs and trees that made up the majority of the graveyard.
"Das cinzas ás cinzas, po no po..." Ashes to ashes, dust to dust... His voice was soft, the galic words dancing yet barely audible, but seeing as he wasn't expecting anyone to be around to hear him it didn't understand. They wouldn't understand anyway. He didn't really understand where the words were coming from. They were galic, but that was all Xavier knew. Perhaps it was the stones they were coming from. The stones were powerful. Runes etched into them, and into him, and he didn't understand but for crying out loud he was curious. Which was why he was here.
There was a small pile of ice on a simple plate in front of him; cubes piled up in a mound. This was just a small test, something he'd been thinking about all day at university, considering quietly. He'd been alone for most of his classes after all, and when Xavier was alone he specified in thinking. Which was most of the time, actually. And yet he wasn't thinking of the words that were coming out of his mouth. In fact, as he reached into his pocket and pulled out the small, warm, rune stone that had been there, another wave hit his tongue, making it curl and that was so...delightful. "Sol diante de min, sombras detrás de min..." Sun before me, shadows behind...
With a quick flick of his wrist, the boy tossed the small stone onto the pile of ice cubes, watching the distinctive symbol flar bright as his eyes flared open. "Frost to fire..." he hissed finally. And then burst into a brilliant grin when ice blue flames roared up from the base of the mound, reaching up to the tip. Oh, now...
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