Originally Posted by
Aurora Alchemi
Reuma found herself backed into a corner, tail pressed to the wall behind her, and her nerves grew. But Raeh's assertive advance only served to aid the lyrri's natural senses, the ever closer Raeh drew, the more and more of the weave's pattern Reuma could sense. And what a sensation it was, one of death, and decay... What might commonly be be known as the withering of negative energies. But satyrlyrri didn't see the negative and positive magics of gods or men; they see the weave, and in the weave both life and death are natural things, and even unlife is not always shied away from. Ahh, what a strange weave, but much the same as a humans... And what's this? Two patterns, folded and woven into each other? In a moment, the nervous magic spilling from the healer's horns seemed to change. Still nervous, but no longer scattered, the purple sparks flashed into gentle ebbs and flows of purple and red fire, falling like autumn leaves from the horns. The nervousness now was tinged with a clinging perceptiveness, the change from feeling emotionally helpless, to finding the end of a complex knot to work back and away.
"I will give m-my name, in the hopes for reciprocation... It is Reuma Almsheir." Then the healer puts up a single hand, stopping the advance of Raeh's. The skin is soft, smelling of rosehip soap, and soft as fleece. As the hand rises to intercept Raeh's, the sleeve of the gown falls a little, revealing the cross of scars on the arms, peaking from the shadowy depths. Reuma's eyes narrow softly, a fierce piercing stare not unlike a mother's to a child considering misbehavior. "But the mask will stay on, just as your own does, two soul." For a moment, the whispers of black and grey magic seem to flow between Reuma's fingers, but rather than a specific spell, the wefts of tint seem to wander freely like Aurora. As one contacts her fingers, Reuma flinches and mutters something in a strange and thick language, as their eyes slightly grow distant.
Though the language was foreign, the look in the eyes transcends language, speaking volumes of the combat healer's past. Even the emotional font of her horns bore signs of the plagued past for an instant, beads of magic looking like black tar forming for a moment, then fading as the healer wrestled her mind back to focus. It was, at least, a momentary distraction, and the nervous feeling fades a little more, the eyes behind the mask staring into Raeh's with a little more confidence. "Some space, i-if you pleas... We are yet strangers, and your h-hip is touching my own... Then perhaps I can h-help with what you need?" While the statement is polite and not assertive, Reuma puts a bit of pressure away from herself on the hand, making the intent for personal space clear.