Meola

starlit

For hours upon hours, almost days upon days she studies always. An ear to each wall always listening hearing all. Head spinning, twisting turning. Her body following in distorted waves. Her home had that effect, causing her to……….. ripple.

They called her for her aid. Council, ruler, deity, royalty they were all the same to her. It mattered not who they were, why they called her or for what disturbed reason for them to summon her. So long as they gave her a station and left her alone, she could not care less who they are. If they had enough guts to spill to the floor and call upon her to their land they must have enough sense to leave her be.

She crept through her own lab, item by item examining her stores. Picking them up and placing them back down. Star shaped glass bottles held liquids and sands, scents and smells some smoked in tears and others lovingly salted with blood. Bottles of soil and souls, pure dusted magic, pink crystals crushed to fine powders. Her neck and head spun, twisting and contorting in a strange angle, looking to the door where she heard a knock.
“Whose there?” Her voice was low and gravely from misuse and lack of vocalization. Feathers dipping and swaying with her strangely fluid movements. The liquid in her body splashed up against her translucent fur and flesh. The royal purple splattering against the walls of her chest before oozing back to the mass of liquids below. Her feathers furling and detangling from itself as her skull spun before snapping back to its twisted place, before turning to a new position to stare at the intruder. The metal in her hands screamed and wailed as her claws dragged across its surface. Ayianapa was at the door trembling slightly as the liquids for her evocation studies burbled. The other sky dancer trembled a bit as he stepped into the room.
“Meola, there’s something I must speak to you about.” Her body twisted and snapped forward to face him, neck seeming to enlongate in a terrifying way.
“Hello quivering creature” her voice was deep and down to earth, like course gravel swallowing the road and leaving only sand and dust. Her twisting head moved closer. The sound escaped her throat as if she was speaking in choked gasps, breathes sounding like she was forcing the air through a broken pipe.





twisty lady




She started as an abberation, but as time past, her experiments took a toll.
Now she has lost her other half, unknown where it is.