#sawyer making Big Gun Nouliths for her girlfriend

[shroudandsands]

Prompt #3: Tempest

Her wings swirled around them both. They cut through the air with ease. Each of them as a limb that she’d been born with. Each of them as a part of her in a way that nothing else could be. Which is why it was particularly frustrating to lower them into Sawyer’s grasp for the third time today.

“Now, Heartlight,” Came that ever-steady, ever-rolling voice beside her horn. She was bent slightly so that she might both bear her wings and steer her thoughts. Her hand was on the small of Amesha’s back. The tickle of electricity that curled the tip of her tail was a small consolation for the frustration. “Try again.”

Her brow furrowed, her heels twisted and dug into the dirt. She felt the indentations of her sandals mark themselves like they might just form the roots she’d prefer she had. Perhaps to anchor herself. Perhaps to weather the sheer storm of annoyance that came with this moment and territory. She really did mean well. Her wings were the most extraordinary gift she’d ever received. Better than life. Better than all its joys. The sudden freedom they gave her. The changes they wrought in her being. The way she went from “was” to “is” in her own mind could hardly be described in anything but the most esoteric and abstract poetry. It’s a good thing she was the exact woman for that sort of thing, then. Less of a good thing that this meant the love of her newly lived life was encouraged to find more and more ways to enhance that piece of her. Sawyer’s penchant for creation was a wonderful thing. A beautiful thing. A fantastic thing that left her without sleep for suns on end and oftentimes leaving random cups of tea on whatever surface she happened to be near when an idea struck her and she couldn’t do anything but follow its whims back to her workbench. Or dinner table. Or the floor, given the way her fixations often went. And so it was this newest thing was born. Her new wings. Amesha sighed. Her new wings. Fine.

To say they soared to her side would be a poetic nicety that she wasn’t entirely willing to make. These weren’t light, crystal feathers that were meant to be a part of her body and soul. These were… Her heartlight called them Practical. They rocketed from their distance away as the wayward edges of her soul hooked onto them like weights. She could feel them hum, sing, reverberate back in response as they came to life. As they hung onto her senses and weighed down her thoughts while they came to a hesitating halt around them both. She let them move as she would let her arms rest by her side- They spiraled about her in jittering, jilting flight. They sunk for a moment, rose, too high now- then came to an unsteady circle in rest. She felt like she had a sweater wrapped around her head. But Sawyer whispered her encouragement as she watched these new wings float. Remarks falling from her lips about their motion, the status of their cores, how she seemed to be getting along with their new additions. She tried to listen to all that her heart spoke.

“Okay,” Sawyer’s voice in sharp clarity beside her head again. Her hands on her waist. “Try out the-” The four wings slammed into the ground. Amesha felt heat burn across her face, under her scales. Sawyer’s hands lifted. “…Maybe try now, Heartlight.” She almost couldn’t stand how pleased Sawyer sounded. That slight undercurrent of suppressed laughter. The love that drew out the beginning of their name together. The surety of it as she stepped around to pick up the dropped wings. The wings hummed back to life as she took them back into her soul’s grasp; as Sawyer released them to the air.

She just had to funnel her magicks through them. Just like the normal wings. It was so natural with them. It should be the same with these. Sawyer had made them, and changed them, to be especially suited for it. Amesha held her breath, pointed the four of them, and dug in her heels.

She hadn’t quite known what the intended result was. Something about increasing their conductivity- Improving her connection. Amplifying the output of her magic. Going by the fact that she was now being held by Sawyer, who was laughing in a glee that was generally reserved for sudden thunderstorms, and the reality that she was fairly certain she’d blown herself off her feet… She was probably going to be using these wings more in the future.

Great.