It was the next day, bright and fresh, the sun actually shining for once as Integra and Sergeant Field walked calmly, arm in arm threw the British War Museum. They chatted quietly, walking slowly and enjoying each others company with no responsibilities other than viewing the art works and great machines before them.
Sitting down in a quiet part of the Museum, Field looked at Integra as she looked out the window, feeling the sun in her face and watching the leaves move in the small breeze; he couldn't help but admire the play of light on her face and hair, it was like she was glowing from the inside.
"Integra," he murmured quietly, she turned to look at him quickly, her eyes alert with almost kitten like wander and curiosity that he couldn't help but chuckle as he spoke next. "I'm glad we came out here. Its been rare to see you so… at peace."
"Oh, but Field, I feel so… alive!" She gasped, the wander in her eyes growing. "So much energy and so many… thoughts, intensions, desires are flowing threw this place! Outside it! The currents, the waves the… being."
She closed her eyes and let her inner eyes look around at the feeling attached to the art works, the emotions and memories of days clinging to the walls of the building, the large war machines in the room next to her for example. They carried such emotions with them; hope, love, respect, and devotion from those that had cared and maintained it.
And the people! Each person she saw this way was a small figure in a swirling mist of coloured emotions and energies, there thoughts, worries, memories and feelings flowing and appearing in the patterns and swirls and colours. It would take a life time to learn how to read just one person! Beside her she could feel the singing love of Field and all the things he felt for her, many of them never had such simple names like, love and respect, but they were multilayered and faceted like a diamond created by M.C. Esher if he'd had another dimension at hand.
Opening her hands before her, she felt around for any other people and before her the image of her powers appeared, glowing and moving in her hands like a cluster of small glowing fairies. Relaxing and smiling seemingly peacefully, the energies responded and flowed into a shape in her hands; it appeared as a simple wand, a beautifully carved stick around only 30cm in length, but with a swirling design towards the end of the stick. Three tendrils came apart near the end of the stick and wove in a bulb at the top of the wand, making it look almost like a short version of the Queens sceptre; but looking closer, each tendril came to a point that stuck out at an angle from the others, ending in a sharp point.
"Wow." He stated simply as the shimmering object settled into a shape that looked metallic but slightly alive somehow. "You've done it!" He stated excitedly as she stood up gracefully and held it in front of her. Taking a two handed grip of the wand, one of the tendrils extended out to form a sword blade, strong and lightweight as she swung it one handed with expertise. Returning the blade, she stretched one finger forward to hook over one of the many little curving tendrils that surrounded the larger main three and another tendril moved forward to extend like a pistol barrel.
Not firing anything, she smiled and removed her finger, the barrel returning to its original curved shape. Integra felt like dancing around the room like a little girl but controlling herself, she just smiled warmly at Field and moved over to him, sitting on the bench and relaxing with him, the wand disappearing.
