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lantairvleaHalf-descent freewriting. At least it gives me some new insight on Kywehn (KII-vehn).
Kywehn played idly with her unusual gift. Twirls of silver danced in the air, snaking in and out of each other as they spun an intricate dance for the Grihfohn’s own amusement. It was odd to think that such a wonderful ability would push her out of her clan and into the wilds to fend for herself or die. She could take care of herself, but it had been a hard first year, especially when it came to avoiding the other Clans that crowded the island too small to be considered a continent. The borders were close and most of the Clans had routine patrols that searched and pried every corner, just waiting for an excuse to use their strength on a trespasser. More than once she had a close call, barely saved by her budding ability that often seemed to have a mind of its own.
She was much more experienced now. Kywehn had gained control over her ability and was now to do things such as this, bending and twisting the metal in mid-air, causing it to grow or shrink as she wished, forming it into obscure shapes and familiar forms. It became easier as she worked at it. With enough time she wouldn’t have to worry about the patrols anymore.
Soon she would make it to the shoreline. It wouldn’t be long before her wings would taste the open sky over the oceans that she’d only heard stories of. Such vast expanses of water were hard to believe coming from a land-locked clan that thrived in the forested cliffs of the central mountain range.
Once off of this blasted place she would head north. There were fewer Grihfohns to the north and certainly she may find some unclaimed place for herself. That or seek out the Zaub. She may have some crude skill with her gift, but compared to the stories of the equatorial feline race she’d heard, she was nothing. Her gift was a mere shadow of what the Zaub were capable of from childhood. Not even a shadow, a small pebble upon a monstrous mountain of knowledge and ability.
Once again she focused her mind on the writhing bits of silver. They flashed and danced within the fading light of the sun, twisting and twirling about each other as they expanded and shrank.
Kywehn played idly with her unusual gift. Twirls of silver danced in the air, snaking in and out of each other as they spun an intricate dance for the Grihfohn’s own amusement. It was odd to think that such a wonderful ability would push her out of her clan and into the wilds to fend for herself or die. She could take care of herself, but it had been a hard first year, especially when it came to avoiding the other Clans that crowded the island too small to be considered a continent. The borders were close and most of the Clans had routine patrols that searched and pried every corner, just waiting for an excuse to use their strength on a trespasser. More than once she had a close call, barely saved by her budding ability that often seemed to have a mind of its own.
She was much more experienced now. Kywehn had gained control over her ability and was now to do things such as this, bending and twisting the metal in mid-air, causing it to grow or shrink as she wished, forming it into obscure shapes and familiar forms. It became easier as she worked at it. With enough time she wouldn’t have to worry about the patrols anymore.
Soon she would make it to the shoreline. It wouldn’t be long before her wings would taste the open sky over the oceans that she’d only heard stories of. Such vast expanses of water were hard to believe coming from a land-locked clan that thrived in the forested cliffs of the central mountain range.
Once off of this blasted place she would head north. There were fewer Grihfohns to the north and certainly she may find some unclaimed place for herself. That or seek out the Zaub. She may have some crude skill with her gift, but compared to the stories of the equatorial feline race she’d heard, she was nothing. Her gift was a mere shadow of what the Zaub were capable of from childhood. Not even a shadow, a small pebble upon a monstrous mountain of knowledge and ability.
Once again she focused her mind on the writhing bits of silver. They flashed and danced within the fading light of the sun, twisting and twirling about each other as they expanded and shrank.
