Disclaimer: Lost Girl is in no way my creation, I am merely toying with the possibilities of a storyline that bit me while out to dinner. No monetary gain was brought from this writing.
Author's Note: This chapter was a little harder to write than I expected and became a filler, I keep feeling the need to write one thing but knowing it won't make much sense. I ended up compromising, not writing it as it was demanded of me, but putting the part in there that screamed the most. Next chapter will probably be a short jump time wise.
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Though dawn was hours away, Ni interpreted the cool morning air as if it were the muggiest of days; each streetlight she passed illuminated the splotches that were crawling up her neck, her throat dry with sudden heat. The thin shirt she wore may as well have been the thickest form of cotton, borrowed jeans burning her legs where they hugged too tight. I need…
The young woman closed her eyes, taking a deep breath to pull the cool air into her lungs and draw in the low temperature but it was not enough, she needed more, she needed… A crisp scent teased the inside of her nose, eyes opening again to look around; water. Legs thick with imagined weight guided her slowly to the chain fence separating the sidewalk from the open waterway and deep violet eyes looked both ways to find an opening. When none presented itself Ni reached down, fingers curling around the metal. It would be easier to break the links in brittle pieces, to freeze and cut such a feeble obstacle, but the use of her power left Ni weak and melting it would leave her empty so she relied on her strength to bend the fence up. The metal curved as she lifted it up and slid her body underneath it, not bothering to step into the concrete pathway but simply slide over it, shoes breaking the water's surface and creating alterations in the stream. The cold liquid soaked the insides of Ni's shoes but she knew it was not important; she could dry them as soon as she had the energy. Ymir, what I wouldn't give for a pool… or -Ni put a stop to the thought before it could lead anywhere else, she had the water, that would do. Thanking the dark for its cover, at least I won't look crazy, she sat down in the drain and leaned back, water dampening her clothes; with her back submerged in the few inches run off she expelled the heat that remained in her form. Empty, the blotches that had begun to pepper her skin disappeared, her clothing losing her body heat and registering only in texture. Water sloshed, bugs spoke, and the wind whispered over her.
In being's earliest dawn, all was one dark abyss, nor heaven, nor earth was known, chill noxious fogs and ice, North from murk Niffl-heim's hole, piled up in mountains lay; from Muspell's radiant pole, South-wards fire held the sway. Thus after ages past, md in the chaos, met a warm breath, Niffl-heim's blast: cold with prolific heat: hence pregnant drops were formed, which, by the parent air, from Muspell's region, warmed produced great
"-Aurgelmer."
Trick looked over at Dyson as he spoke, confused when the Scott stared back at him with questioning eyes, "What did you say?"
Dyson frowned at the shorter man, "You were reciting something."
Trick's brow furrowed, had he been speaking? True Oehlenschläger had been on his mind but he had not spoken, he was sure… "Hmm."
Dark eyes studied the elder man from the side, the taxi driver opting not to comment on their exchange in the back seat, his mind having taken to imagining his fare being up to much more than they probably were. The stop he had been called on had been quick, the exchange one sided, discounting his drug theory as he drove them to a tavern he had never heard of. Taking his payment through the window as they exited his cab he coughed, drawing into his lungs a strange powder from the little man's money.
…
Taking a kerchief from his pocket, Trick quickly wiped his hands of the durst he had bestowed on their driver. Never too careful with these things.
…Blinking the man looked down at his dash, what exactly had he been doing to route a fare that high?