06-13-2016, 04:31 PM
not a word was spoken, the church bells all were broken
The pair watch silently (well, Q is always silent, but that can’t be helped. Alek has a big enough mouth for the both of them), two pairs of eyes narrowing when Wyrm copies the image of the ferocious beast. Q’s are in slight concern, wondering if having an non-Desert dweller who can do that is prudent. Alek’s are more in awe than anything else, but he is easily impressed by magic and the various powers that seem to lay heavy in the very air they breathe. Yael, Kratos, Volaire… they all fascinate the feline in a way that Qatar (though he does have a power) never will. And now this other fellow, Wyrm, catches his attention too.
The prince won’t summon his watchdog of a mother for two reasons: the first because the situation hasn’t turned dangerous, even though it has the potential to, and second, because this is his adventure, and he’s a grown ass man now. Right? Right. He (ahem - himself and Heartfire, assuming she’s on his side) could handle whatever this Chamberling could throw at them if it came to that. As he watches, the black-and-silver stallion wonders if his emotional manipulation could stand a chance with their physical types of manipulation. He could do nothing to change the tides of the sea or the color of one’s coat; but perhaps he could persuade someone to walk happily into the ocean, or cause them to blush with embarassment or grow green with envy.
Q indicates his support of Heartfire’s endeavor with a bob of his head, and then asks Alek to continue to speak for him. Tell her I might be able to help, make Wyrm angry enough to attack the beast. Alek’s mouth turns upward in a sly grin and leans conspiratorially over to the girl. “Do what you can, and Q will try to anger him.”
He’s never tried it before, but he had the idea that if he can receive others emotions (the admiration rippling off Wyrm in the face of the giant lizard, and Heartfire’s curiosity) he might be able to project them. Q thinks of a time when he was irate, when something had gone wrong in the Princeling’s privileged life and then he thinks of what could be worse than that - the death of Eli or Ima or Abba. It’s a small smoldering, but eventually he works himself up into a such a state that he becomes agitated and cannot hold still. All that emotion is then directed at Wyrm - and all without a single word.
He doesn’t know if it will work, but that’s what they’re all here to find out, right? What they can and cannot do.
The prince won’t summon his watchdog of a mother for two reasons: the first because the situation hasn’t turned dangerous, even though it has the potential to, and second, because this is his adventure, and he’s a grown ass man now. Right? Right. He (ahem - himself and Heartfire, assuming she’s on his side) could handle whatever this Chamberling could throw at them if it came to that. As he watches, the black-and-silver stallion wonders if his emotional manipulation could stand a chance with their physical types of manipulation. He could do nothing to change the tides of the sea or the color of one’s coat; but perhaps he could persuade someone to walk happily into the ocean, or cause them to blush with embarassment or grow green with envy.
Q indicates his support of Heartfire’s endeavor with a bob of his head, and then asks Alek to continue to speak for him. Tell her I might be able to help, make Wyrm angry enough to attack the beast. Alek’s mouth turns upward in a sly grin and leans conspiratorially over to the girl. “Do what you can, and Q will try to anger him.”
He’s never tried it before, but he had the idea that if he can receive others emotions (the admiration rippling off Wyrm in the face of the giant lizard, and Heartfire’s curiosity) he might be able to project them. Q thinks of a time when he was irate, when something had gone wrong in the Princeling’s privileged life and then he thinks of what could be worse than that - the death of Eli or Ima or Abba. It’s a small smoldering, but eventually he works himself up into a such a state that he becomes agitated and cannot hold still. All that emotion is then directed at Wyrm - and all without a single word.
He doesn’t know if it will work, but that’s what they’re all here to find out, right? What they can and cannot do.
Qatar
mute son of vanquish and yael.