02-22-2018, 03:25 PM
The door had not been locked, but she had not expected to be disturbed. The blend of power shriveled to nothing, and she let it slip away from her grasp even as her fingers continued to graze the keys. She glanced up to watch his entrance, only mildly curious in the moments before she recognised his face.
When it was clear he would not interrupt, the power blossomed once more with the cadence, already an easier charm than the first time. The ghost of a smile lifted her lips as the notes sounded purer, the keys smoother; everything magnified. She did not look up at the consul again.
As the momentum of the piece grew, so too did the power she drew in. It shimmered like colour, half remembered from the times she had used it on instinct. Though as yet she did nothing with it beyond observe and feel. After a few minutes more the hum of the last note died slowly, and Natalie reluctantly eased her grasp. She twisted on the bench, leaning over her propped knee to add more scribbled notes to the datapad. Embrace, don't force it. Like a flower soaking in sunlight. Four parts? Or five?
It was only once she was sure she'd captured the essence of what she'd felt that her pale gaze flicked up to regard her company. The stylus still moved across the pad, but less urgently now.
"Hello, consul. To what do I owe the pleasure?"
When it was clear he would not interrupt, the power blossomed once more with the cadence, already an easier charm than the first time. The ghost of a smile lifted her lips as the notes sounded purer, the keys smoother; everything magnified. She did not look up at the consul again.
As the momentum of the piece grew, so too did the power she drew in. It shimmered like colour, half remembered from the times she had used it on instinct. Though as yet she did nothing with it beyond observe and feel. After a few minutes more the hum of the last note died slowly, and Natalie reluctantly eased her grasp. She twisted on the bench, leaning over her propped knee to add more scribbled notes to the datapad. Embrace, don't force it. Like a flower soaking in sunlight. Four parts? Or five?
It was only once she was sure she'd captured the essence of what she'd felt that her pale gaze flicked up to regard her company. The stylus still moved across the pad, but less urgently now.
"Hello, consul. To what do I owe the pleasure?"