Erynne's First Portal

[singindemonhq]

The Little Wolf was as ready to open her first dimensional portal as anyone ever is. I drove the car slowly across the parking area as she played the chant. It sounded OK - no skips on the CD and that can be the really dangerous part of using recordings. I'd seen her check it before she hit play - and then - we went through.

I thought I knew where we were going, but when I saw the place I couldn't believe it!

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[blood--moon.livejournal.com]

*dodges your grab, stands, snowball in one hand*
*takes aim*

[singindemonhq.livejournal.com]

*Ducks under your aim and tackles you,*

[blood--moon.livejournal.com]

*flips you over, pinning you beneath her*
Ha! Take that!

[singindemonhq.livejournal.com]

*Relaxes, for a second, with a wicked grin.*

*Seems to be wriggling into a more ... comfortable position - then catches your wrist left-handed while stuffing the ball of impacted snow down your neckline with my free right hand - laughing!*

Now, maybe I've got you right where I want you!

[blood--moon.livejournal.com]

*hits you with soft handful of snow, blinding you*
Suspect you've got that backward, firewalker. *evil grin* Wanna get out of this snowbank? Or do you think you're warm enough?

((OOC))

[singindemonhq.livejournal.com]

*Gestures, and is lying comfortably on a lush fur-backed blanket, wearing a warm, dry parka and a fur-lined cloak - grinning at you...*

Oh, I'm warm enough. I'm in no hurry for you to organize us a hotel room or somewhere out of this wind.

*Your own clothes remain wet from the snowball and seem thinner than they were before...*

[blood--moon.livejournal.com]

Oh, that's a pity. You'll miss out on a lot.

*sits up, then stands with easy grace,
sliding off her wet outer jacket*

Sure you're not coming?

[singindemonhq.livejournal.com]

*Stands, swirling my cloak around my own shoulders. Gestures, the blanket vanishes.*

Oh, I'm coming along. I'm sure we'll find it a cool outing.

*Your own clothing remains as it was, and your outer jacket remains damp.*

Sure you're warm enough? *Loosens the cloak, slightly.*

[blood--moon.livejournal.com]

*teasingly* I manage. *puts an arm around
your waist* But let's find somewhere I can wring this out and fast-dry them.
D'you speak Chinese?

[singindemonhq.livejournal.com]

Why bother, you can ... negotiate for dry clothes without that.

*Grins at you*

I understand all languages, with the mojo, but - why bother?

[blood--moon.livejournal.com]

*leans cheek on your shoulder* 'Mm. I'm not cold. What, wet t-shirt contests aren't your style?

*looks around, watching and listening to people nearby*

[singindemonhq.livejournal.com]

Ooh, they're my style, all right. Sure you don't feel at all chilly?

*Puts arm around you,*

[blood--moon.livejournal.com]

I'm good.
*considers*
Hotel room? Or find someplace outdoors to glamour? Those ice castles are lovely.

[singindemonhq.livejournal.com]

Now there's a thought - want to pick yourself a pretty palace and I'll glamor it so nobody else can find the door? Igloos are warm. We could ... ah, now, would you like to be a little wicked, Little Star?

The walls are translucent as it is - easy enough to glamor so that we could see out and none of them could see in ...

[blood--moon.livejournal.com]

Laughs softly
That'd be something new...*steals a quick kiss* Can you hold the glamour if you were--ah--distracted?

[singindemonhq.livejournal.com]

Ooh yes, I think so. Let's find a pretty castle - and then you can get out of those wet clothes and I'll conjure up a nice fluffy towel...

*Wraps half the cloak around you.*