Dare I continue to delve into the minds of these wondrous beings? Well, I will, though I may mess up entirely...
Remember, I don't own these ladies, gentlemen, and monsters, none of all, but don't truly care to try changing that as I would be mowed down in the crowd.
~~Quezacotl~~
The humans have a beautiful story spreading around. They say that anytime there is a storm with long, trailing lightning tendrils, and very little rain or thunder; that the Goddess of Thunder dances through it. They claim that she blesses those who are struck by a bolt of lightning and survive. I had heard these beautiful, kind stories, and laughed. Of all of my brethren, only Carbunkle and I have stories so fanciful and free, so kind and creative. The others often are depicted as cruel, and unkind.
All the same, I never expected that one night when I decided to dance in a storm, that I would have met a child. Certainly not one whose heart rang in pain, and whose mind was frozen over with my sister-in-heart's power.
~~--~~
Quzacotl flew through the sky, from bolt to bolt, flapping her wings in joy and exhilaration. She bounded happily from cloud to cloud, flitting from high to low. Her happiness knew no bounds, and she was determined to live out this storm to her fullest. No two seconds went by with fewer than five bolts in the sky. Several connected to one another, lighting the sky to a brilliance just shy of the sun's light.
Daringly, she grazed the ground, brushing low over the grass, and pulling up abruptly when she had almost reached the rocks. Then she screamed at the highest reaches of her voice, and was surprised when a voice answered.
She slowed only slightly, searching for the other. She quickly tired of her search, and began dancing again.
~~Shiva~~
She didn't even hear the boy. When she screamed, he screamed in return. At first, I thought he was afraid, but quickly I realized that the delightful child merely enjoyed the storm as much as Quezzie. When she ceased her search, he was slightly disappointed. I never could understand why he hid even from us. But his ice shield was strong enough to even keep me out.
~~--~~
Reaching a peak in her energetic play, she called out one more time, and heard the answering cry sound through the air once again. She searched around for the voice, and was quite bemused to see a small boy standing in the middle of the grass field. Apparently she'd brushed right over him when she grazed the grass earlier.
The boy stood tall, even as she flew to him, even as she landed, even as she stepped to mere feet in front of him. He didn't flinch when she brushed a static filled wing across his face, but grinned. Quezacotl got the feeling that the adorable little child didn't smile much. So she smiled for him, and his face filled with wonder.
A chill presence made herself known. Quezacotl acknowledged Shiva, and expressed approving surprise at the other's choice. Shiva seemed to converse with the boy, and then asked, very gingerly, if Quezacotl would agree to travel with him as she had.
~~Quezacotl~~
When Shiva asked if I would join her, I thought the boy had asked her to ask me, but I quickly learned that the boy had been happy enough to see me fly in the sky. That decided me. The boy was merely enjoying the sight of a Guardian in her element, not searching for Forces to subjugate. Though his mind was cold, the little dear had a pleasing space in his mind, one full of electric action, and charged energy.
~~--~~
The small boy had wandered away from the orphanage, where he lived alone with the woman called 'Matron,' and explored the field nearby. He hadn't told Matron his intentions, or he would have been denied the pleasure of walking through an electrical storm.
He knew that sometimes, when the heat got to be too much, and the area was too dry, all of the static would burst out into bolts of lightning that fanned the sky. The child enjoyed watching the lightning, and hoped to one day find another who felt that same joy.
When the bolts started to streak across the sky in a mad, furious, and insane dance, the boy had been startled into complete stillness in the grass. As he watched, he could see a form flying and matching itself with the bolts, almost perfectly spacing between the arcs to jump back and forth, as a taut string will when snapped. He was surprised even farther when the form swooped low to the ground and flew straight through him. The jolting touch was identified by the icy mind that shared space with him. The boy nodded, distracted, and filed the information away. The flying dancer flew incredibly high, and flared out its wings. Then a high cry resounded through the plain, and echoed in the boy's mind. At first, he fought the urge, but soon gave in, and called back.
His eyes opened wide when the creature flew around for a bit, as though looking for something or someone, but it soon resumed its dance. After a few more twists and turns, the electricity in the air built to an extreme level, and the cry flew through the air once more. This time, the boy immediately called in return, and the form flitted around, again looking, but this time spotted him. It landed, and hopped up close to him. He was determined not to move or even flinch, not even when a wing reached out and touched him. The electricity in the wing's touch almost felled the boy right there, but the ice touch kept him standing. The other two conversed, and then the cold mind asked if he minded another companion. The boy decided that he had no problem, but really had only come out to watch the storm. After a few seconds, a jolting burst of energy flew through the boy as the golden and green form disappeared.
Quezacotl reached into the child's mind, and was warmly (for her) greeted by Shiva. The boy also attempted a greeting, which pleased Quezacotl immensely. She found that much of the boy's mind was like ice, and began looking for somewhere to call her own. The boy shyly opened his mind to her further, and she saw, both a question and a place to rest. She answered his question to the best of her ability, and rested her form in the little nest she created. When the new guardian settled, the boy forgot his memories of the one he called 'Sis,' all but her leaving, like all the others he no longer remembered.
As the boy recovered his senses, the storm quickly faded away, the bolts no longer having a reason to dance so beautifully. The static in the air frizzed the boy's hair, and his eyes darkened from frosty silver, to the dusky color of clouds charged with bolts of plasma that they had yet to release.
Later, people would notice that there were fewer storms that had large amounts of lightning, not that it bothered them...
Remember, I don't own these ladies, gentlemen, and monsters, none of all, but don't truly care to try changing that as I would be mowed down in the crowd.
~~Quezacotl~~
The humans have a beautiful story spreading around. They say that anytime there is a storm with long, trailing lightning tendrils, and very little rain or thunder; that the Goddess of Thunder dances through it. They claim that she blesses those who are struck by a bolt of lightning and survive. I had heard these beautiful, kind stories, and laughed. Of all of my brethren, only Carbunkle and I have stories so fanciful and free, so kind and creative. The others often are depicted as cruel, and unkind.
All the same, I never expected that one night when I decided to dance in a storm, that I would have met a child. Certainly not one whose heart rang in pain, and whose mind was frozen over with my sister-in-heart's power.
~~--~~
Quzacotl flew through the sky, from bolt to bolt, flapping her wings in joy and exhilaration. She bounded happily from cloud to cloud, flitting from high to low. Her happiness knew no bounds, and she was determined to live out this storm to her fullest. No two seconds went by with fewer than five bolts in the sky. Several connected to one another, lighting the sky to a brilliance just shy of the sun's light.
Daringly, she grazed the ground, brushing low over the grass, and pulling up abruptly when she had almost reached the rocks. Then she screamed at the highest reaches of her voice, and was surprised when a voice answered.
She slowed only slightly, searching for the other. She quickly tired of her search, and began dancing again.
~~Shiva~~
She didn't even hear the boy. When she screamed, he screamed in return. At first, I thought he was afraid, but quickly I realized that the delightful child merely enjoyed the storm as much as Quezzie. When she ceased her search, he was slightly disappointed. I never could understand why he hid even from us. But his ice shield was strong enough to even keep me out.
~~--~~
Reaching a peak in her energetic play, she called out one more time, and heard the answering cry sound through the air once again. She searched around for the voice, and was quite bemused to see a small boy standing in the middle of the grass field. Apparently she'd brushed right over him when she grazed the grass earlier.
The boy stood tall, even as she flew to him, even as she landed, even as she stepped to mere feet in front of him. He didn't flinch when she brushed a static filled wing across his face, but grinned. Quezacotl got the feeling that the adorable little child didn't smile much. So she smiled for him, and his face filled with wonder.
A chill presence made herself known. Quezacotl acknowledged Shiva, and expressed approving surprise at the other's choice. Shiva seemed to converse with the boy, and then asked, very gingerly, if Quezacotl would agree to travel with him as she had.
~~Quezacotl~~
When Shiva asked if I would join her, I thought the boy had asked her to ask me, but I quickly learned that the boy had been happy enough to see me fly in the sky. That decided me. The boy was merely enjoying the sight of a Guardian in her element, not searching for Forces to subjugate. Though his mind was cold, the little dear had a pleasing space in his mind, one full of electric action, and charged energy.
~~--~~
The small boy had wandered away from the orphanage, where he lived alone with the woman called 'Matron,' and explored the field nearby. He hadn't told Matron his intentions, or he would have been denied the pleasure of walking through an electrical storm.
He knew that sometimes, when the heat got to be too much, and the area was too dry, all of the static would burst out into bolts of lightning that fanned the sky. The child enjoyed watching the lightning, and hoped to one day find another who felt that same joy.
When the bolts started to streak across the sky in a mad, furious, and insane dance, the boy had been startled into complete stillness in the grass. As he watched, he could see a form flying and matching itself with the bolts, almost perfectly spacing between the arcs to jump back and forth, as a taut string will when snapped. He was surprised even farther when the form swooped low to the ground and flew straight through him. The jolting touch was identified by the icy mind that shared space with him. The boy nodded, distracted, and filed the information away. The flying dancer flew incredibly high, and flared out its wings. Then a high cry resounded through the plain, and echoed in the boy's mind. At first, he fought the urge, but soon gave in, and called back.
His eyes opened wide when the creature flew around for a bit, as though looking for something or someone, but it soon resumed its dance. After a few more twists and turns, the electricity in the air built to an extreme level, and the cry flew through the air once more. This time, the boy immediately called in return, and the form flitted around, again looking, but this time spotted him. It landed, and hopped up close to him. He was determined not to move or even flinch, not even when a wing reached out and touched him. The electricity in the wing's touch almost felled the boy right there, but the ice touch kept him standing. The other two conversed, and then the cold mind asked if he minded another companion. The boy decided that he had no problem, but really had only come out to watch the storm. After a few seconds, a jolting burst of energy flew through the boy as the golden and green form disappeared.
Quezacotl reached into the child's mind, and was warmly (for her) greeted by Shiva. The boy also attempted a greeting, which pleased Quezacotl immensely. She found that much of the boy's mind was like ice, and began looking for somewhere to call her own. The boy shyly opened his mind to her further, and she saw, both a question and a place to rest. She answered his question to the best of her ability, and rested her form in the little nest she created. When the new guardian settled, the boy forgot his memories of the one he called 'Sis,' all but her leaving, like all the others he no longer remembered.
As the boy recovered his senses, the storm quickly faded away, the bolts no longer having a reason to dance so beautifully. The static in the air frizzed the boy's hair, and his eyes darkened from frosty silver, to the dusky color of clouds charged with bolts of plasma that they had yet to release.
Later, people would notice that there were fewer storms that had large amounts of lightning, not that it bothered them...