[ Day . 22 ] //. Quarter. Mia Year -- 81378 //. White. The ground, the foliage, everything was coated in a thick blanket of it. The ground was so colorless it was blinding, the sky so covered by monotonous gray clouds the sun was no longer visable. Small snowflakes fell gently down and accumulated on the terrain. A snowstorm had come to Sucam Island. But this came as no surprise. The weather here was almost always identical to this, and seeing as it was now Mia -the winter season- the storms were unceasing. This particular one, however, was not quite as violent as some of the snowstorms had been this season. In fact, it was unusually nice. The snow didn't sting when it flew past your face, the cold wasn't as bitter as it normally was, and visability was strangly high. Unfortunately, few souls were around to witness the uncommonly gentle storm. No one wanted to visit an island famous for it's blizzards, especially not in Mia! That's why when Mahji Shulah decided to make a trek to the island, many of her fellow 'dragons smirked at her almost insane -in their view anyway- idea of a fine afternoon. Not that she hadn't expected that. She knew the risks associated with the island in wintertime, but something told her she'd probably never get another chance to go there, at least not anytime soon. In truth, she too was just a bit skeptical. What if she became lost in the storm? She shuddered to think of the fate of any poor soul lost in one of the Sucam Island storms. Many horrific stories had been told (some true and others merely lore) about PenDragons who braved the icy winds and the frigid temperatures, only to never return, or, if they were extremely lucky, be found half-frozen. There had been a few survivors of the said storms, most of them now to old and forgetful to tell their tales. Mahji shook away the fearful thoughts she'd been harboring. She had made fairly certain that she'd packed enough food and water for a few days, just in case she became lost. Though this precaution alone would not save her in such a circumstance, she felt distinctly more confident that she'd come back alive. Cold, she knew, but alive. She'd made her way to the island with little trouble, and wasn't particularly astonished at finding it devoid of all intelligent life forms. No one lived here, and a very small number visited. Most of those who did come here were adventures seeking fame and others were simply rebellious youths out to flaunt their bravado. Of those two, Mahji was neither. She was simply a lonely soul seeking a bit of solitude. And how she'd succeded in finding it. There wasn't a soul to be seen, you could see for miles, and the only sound was the eerie winter winds blwing through the naked trees. Tranquility indeed. But, as a chilly northern breeze brushed against her face, she began to think she wouldn't mind a bif of company in this white abyss...
<font color='#000F22'><blockquote><font color=#330000 face=georgia size=1>Schism was a troublemaker. There was absolutely no doubt about that. Her entire life, the odd Sunhawk member had been trying to be the most rebellious pendragon possible. Perhaps it was simply in her nature, or maybe it was a choice. Most that were chiding her for her actions chose the latter, but there were quite a few that resigned themselves to realizing it was the former that truly made her so... strange. It wasn't that Schi' was evil, as she was far from it. There was some darkness in her soul. Yet couldn't that be said of anyone? There was no pendragon in existance - nor had there been one before - who could say, in all honesty, that they had never done a bad thing. Never sinned in any way, shape, or form. Not even in their youth. It was simply impossible to be that pure. It didn't happen. Except, perhaps, a god might be that way. That was an exception, though, for gods were of a whole 'nother matter. They were certainly not like pendragons in their limits, either as far as souls went, or the powers that they owned. Even the tribeswoman's sorcery was no match for that of the gods. Which didn't mean she would back off, even if it was a deity that denied her what she wanted. That was just part of who she was. Uncontrolled, untame, completely and utterly wild. Though sophistication was certainly part of her, as well. Often visible, actually, as she rarely revealed her true self to strangers. Why was she here, anyways? The female's eyes flickered across the landscape. Dull, desolate, and routinely white. How completely and utterly unadventerous. Shoving her gloved hands into the thick pockets of her soft coat, the sorcerer glared at the world in general for a moment, before her lips cracked into a smile. It was so cold around here that it almost seemed that the breath puffing out in front of her was about to freeze, though it was air, and, thus, merely spread out in an arch of misty frost, then gently spiralled upwards. Any heat was quickly soaked up. A storm was coming, too. The signs of its approach were as harshly evident as the sunlight would have been, glinting against the snow. At least, so it was to the sorcerer. Then again, it was part of her powers, that she saw it, viewed the upcoming storm with some interest. Indeed, she loved storms. Snowstorms were enjoyable, as long as she was warm. Taking one hand out of her pocket, and flicking it in front of her, she was quite glad to see a fluttering flame appear at her fingertips. It disappeared quite quickly, however, with nothing to feed it. Not even the strong element of heat was evident around here. In fact, this place seemed devoid of it. Not that she minded. Not anymore... even if she had, priorly, her mind had changed. Snow was good, and the cold wasn't terrible. Although that might just be because she had five layers on, and was quite toasty beneath them. Pulling a snow hat out an inner pocket, she pulled it on over her ears. In truth, it was somewhat odd looking. Woven to fit exactly onto her head, it was made to form around her head. Some of the fabric covered her ears, and the rest descended down to cover down to her forehead. It was quite well made and somewhat of a treasure. After all, a master Weaver had made it. The same one that had named her, had given her her talisman, and had scorned the tattoo she had requested, though he had emblazoned it on her haunch, none the less. In fact, Schi' was quite fond of Reptros, that very same male. A revered member of her Tribe, and a good friend. Once one got past the harsh outer shell. The shifter had turned to bipedial before she had come here, so that it would be easier to stay warm. Her feet were covered in four pairs of socks, followed by a pair of thick winter boots. The topmost pair of socks was blue-and-black striped, and the very edge of it was visible beneath the jeanlike pants that spread out across her legs. It would seem foolish to wear jeans around here, but these were waterproof... so they worked quite well. Along with the two pairs of "long underwear", and the two pairs of "snowpants" underneath. All were somewhat thin, so that she, strangely, looked as if she were wearing a mere pair of pants, a shirt, a jacket, socks, and shoes. Perhaps it had something to do with magic? Or maybe it had nothing at all to do with that. Quite suddenly, the tribesmember caught sight of another pendragon. Thrilled at the prospect of someone to talk to, the shifter walked carefully down towards the other, and flashed a grin. <font color=gray>"Nice storm brewin', eh?"</font> It was a conversation starter, anyways.
//Ooc\\-- Sorry for the delay, my computer was undergoing a few repairs =D //BiC.. Suddenly a voice came from nowhere. Mahji spun around quickly to see the other 'dragon making it's way toward her. Her initial reaction was one of caution, she knew well that not everyone in the world could be trusted. Though the stranger bore no evil in her expression, the instinctive caution remained in Mahji. She settled some. She was probably misjudging the intentions of her new aquaintence. After all, had this fae's mission been to harm Mahji, it was unlikely she'd have called out in greeting. An icy breeze blew from Mahji's right, casting a small flurry of snowflakes into he eyes. She cringed. Had the wind intensified since she'd arrived? Or maybe she'd been so enveloped in the chilly serenity of the island that she simply hadn't noticed. Glancing upward, she noticed the sky hadn't cleared up, so she assumed more of what she was experiencing would come. Her thoughts returned to the company she now found herself in. She'd not yet responded to the other 'dragon's comment. Perhaps the stranger thought her rude for not saying anything. Mahji slapped herself mentally for not keeping in step with her manners. After all, she'd been taught by her parents at an early age politeness could get you far with the right people. Especially with customers eager to hear the words of a trained seer. But, Mahji realized, this was no customer, and she technically wasn't a trained seer. Not yet, anyway. It'd been her family's tradition that the first-born in every generation carry on the business of fortune-telling. Mahji had no brothers or sisters, so it was obvious that she'd been chosen to follow in the pawprints of her parents, and their parents, and so on. It was a burden, for specific reasons, that Mahji was quite reluctant to bear. But still, there was no way she could get out of it. Seeing the future was in her blood. At any rate, her father and mother had told her many ways of persuading a potential customer into getting their future told to them, and politeness was one of those ways. If you were kindly about it, individuals were more apt to trust in you. But business wasn't the only reason she was accustomed to having proper mannerisms. In her view, any decent 'dragon should mind the way they behaved. And with that, she decided to finally answer the question that this visitor had provided her with... "Aye, a plenty fien day. If you're into freezing your tail off, that is." She smiled.
<font color='#000F22'><blockquote><font color=#330000 face=georgia size=1>Schism almost felt like laughing aloud at the caution in her fellow pendragon's eyes. Though she herself was similarly as wary, she rarely showed it to anyone. Maybe it was just that she was accustomed to being cautious. She was wary about everything. Even receiving food from a stranger, she often checked it for poison. Using a simple spell that she had learned while she was still teething, no doubt. Which reminded her... the icy temperature did little to harm her, with the coating of fire magic that touched each portion of her clothing. Yet there was much to be said about the power that rocked through the storm, through the snow. This entire place was built upon such a chill atmosphere, and it was well cared for. Full of sorcerous magic and potential. If a mage merely came here... oh, well, it was definitely a place where magic would be useful. Besides that, it was probably a great place to train an apprentice. Learning was always so much better when there was a bit of pain involved. She really did love that saying "no pain, no gain". It was so entirely true. Right up there with "success comes before work only in the dictionary". Those old phrases of the terrans were so amusing. Schism didn't particularly care that Mahji hadn't replied yet. It was comfortable merely standing here, waiting for a response. Perhaps the silence was greater than any words, after all. It was gold whereas conversation was merely silver. Though she, personally, preferred silver to gold, most didn't. As far as cost went, it was often known that gold was paid more readily for. The slightest tilt of her head, eyes focused intensely on the other, was the only indication that she was even waiting. Schi' wasn't exactly a dignified lady herself, though the Tribe wanted her to be. That was one of the reasons they were almost relieved that she had gone off on her own. At least for the moment. She was still a respected and revered part of her Tribe, it was merely that they were happy that she wasn't there to get them into any trouble with other tribes. While the Sunhawks were feared by the other Tribes, as High Tribe, they were also watched by rivals rather carefully. After all, if they grew weak... well, they wouldn't. Schism had shown, time and time again, that they wouldn't. With her antics, perhaps, though more often with fights that had ended with her as victor. Yes, she was that good. Most didn't realize it, but the strange pendragon was a fighter, and would behave that way whenever she cared to. A spitfire beast that wasn't going to back down just because it wasn't polite. She would challenge the Graders themselves if it suited her. Luckily her attention was drawn away from such mental treason by the words that the other spoke. A good thing, since Schism never knew who was listening to her thoughts. <font color=gray>"Ah, well, dun' need that, now, do I? In truth, though, I doubt my tail'll come off just because it's a bit chilled."</font> She paused for a moment, then continued, with a strange glance. <font color=gray>"You cold, then?"</font> Was she offering warmth? Perhaps. It all depended on the other female's answer. Oh, yes, one more thing. <font color=gray>"Eheh, where are my manners. I'm Schism Sunhawk."</font> Her manners were nonexistent, but her fellow traveller didn't need to know that, now, did she?
