<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ca/80/e1/ca80e14d974ba257a040889cd05602df.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>NAME:</strong> Kyless (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=322870.msg15501371#msg15501371)<br/><strong>DAY:</strong> June 15th, 2021 | 11:00 AM <br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> This Place (https://hips.hearstapps.com/hmg-prod.s3.amazonaws.com/images/black-sand-beach-punalu-u-beach-1489522998.jpg?crop=1xw:1xh;center,top&amp;resize=480:*)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> The Descendant, Ryusei<br/><strong>MENTIONING:</strong> --<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong> Oooooo..... OUTSIDE!<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Her Bells | Casual Dress (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/41/24/20/4124208ec8b34b58d62fc6af64763fb1.jpg) | Bare Feet | Toshiro's Anti-Magic Bracelet | Black Sand, Dirt and Small Spiders</span><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">As the trickster pulled the Descendant through his stormy portal, Kyless felt the stuff beneath her bare, blue feet <em>change</em>. Still hot, but now soft and squishy, and not like the firm, hard sidewalk. “Oh?” Kyless lifted one bare foot up high, then the other. <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. The soft was black. The soft was.. <em>sand</em>. The human word was <em>sand</em>. “Oh!” The trickster’s golden eyes widened in happy surprise as she kept <em>lifting</em> her feet, one after the other, in this <em>new</em> place, still <em>ad</em>-<em>ja</em>-<em>cent</em> to the Descedant Ryusei. Each time there was a footprint left behind, as if the sand was <em>remembering</em> her. <em>Very fun, very fun, very fun!</em> <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. Then her ears heard something else. A roaring <em>some</em>thing. A wild <em>some</em>thing. Her golden eyes looked up from the soft, squishy black sand, as she finally, <em>finally</em> stood still next to Ryusei, still holding his hand. <br/><br/>“Ohhhh! Outside!” Kyless exclaimed, full of eagerness, looking towards the loud <em>waves</em>, and then the sky, and the trees that surrounded them. <em>She was in the Outside! The Descendant Ryusei had taken her to the Outside!</em> Her blue hand dropped Ryusei’s and curled into a very excited fist, together with her other hand, in front of her dress. <em>Was this part of the Descendant’s magic too? Did he make this Outside too?</em> She had never been to this Outside before! It was pretty, <em>very</em> pretty, and waiting for her. It was all <em>waiting</em> for her! <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>.“Hello Water!” Kyless called, <em>scampering</em> up to the very edge rolling tide, black sand flying from beneath her bare, blue feet. <em>Oh!</em> The <em>sand</em>. “Hello Sand!” The trickster suddenly looked back <em>down</em>, beaming at the dark, uneven surface beneath her, the tassels of her beige dress lapping against her legs with her movements. <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. Another wave rolled ahead, almost hitting her bare legs, but not quite. It was very blue, so <em>blue</em>, unlike the -- “The green trees! I must go say hello to the Trees!” The trickster <em>bolted</em> from the edge of the ocean and ran to her left, to some of the green trees, across the beach, in a <em>jingling</em> whirlwind. “Hello Trees!” Kyless chanted, her bare feet pounding against the sand, and the dirt, and the Earth as she crossed it. <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>.<br/><br/>Kyless was not the most precise runner, nor the strongest. Especially when she was still <em>sneezing</em>, small, magical fireworks that filled the beach air with red, purple and blue <em>twirls</em> of magic every so often. In fact, the entire time she dashed and raced and flirted and sneezed with the Outside, with the beach, with the sand, and the water, and the trees, and <em>this</em> place, Ryusei could easily watch her. Even when Kyless ran into the trees on the left side of the beach, and momentarily <em>disappeared</em> from his view, <em>into</em> the jungle, she was so loud and joyous that he could <em>tell</em> where she was the entire time, without seeing. Because Kyless was wild. Kyless was a <em>wildling</em>, wild and free and so very excited she could not <em>stay</em> in just one place.<br/><br/>But the trickster was also quick, and agile, and perhaps most surprisingly, <em>not</em>-tired. Not tired at all. “There is no human glass hereeeeeee!” The trickster suddenly yelled, throwing her bare, blue arms <em>upward</em>, and <em>outward</em>, hugging the sky as she ran <em>back</em> across the beach, across the black sand, to the <em>other</em>side, the right side of the trees, past Ryusei again. <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. So <em>much</em> jingling it made music, actual music, from her golden bells. “Hello Other Trees! I did not forget about you!” It was all <em>real</em>! <em>This Outside was all real!</em> Kyless <em>reappeared</em> again, now doing cartwheels, and back-flips, and twists and turns and leaps and loops from the right side jungle to the middle of the black, bright beach. Black sand flew in <em>all</em> directions. On her dress, her legs, her arms. In her hands, her hair, her horns. “Fweeee!” The trickster did not seem to mind. She was Outside again. And this was a very nice Outside. <em>A very special Outside.</em> <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. <em>Splash</em>, <em>splash</em>, <em>splash</em>.<br/><br/>Kyless’ bright golden eyes widened and she <em>finally</em>, then and only then, after many, many moments of gallivanting, <em>slowed</em> down. <em>Splash</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>splash</em>, <em>jingle</em>. She had unknowingly ventured too close to the ocean, and now she was ankle-deep in its bright blue waters. She <em>sneezed</em>, again, releasing another small, temporary ball of purple, red, and blue sparks. But Kyless was <em>not</em> looking at the ankle-deep, very bright, blue water. Instead she was looking towards the Descendant, the very <em>pretty</em> Descendant. Looking <em>where</em> she had left him on the special place. <em>His</em> special place. <br/><br/>Kyless swallowed, and turned, <em>carefully</em> trotting over the black sand and back to his side. She stood next to him, and folded her hands obediently in front of her once more. Though she was <em>covered</em> in black sand, and a few, small wayward <em>spiders</em> from the jungle, she stood quietly, at attention, trying to make Ryusei <em>forget</em> her recent wildness. But the trickster's <em>pretend</em> calmness only lasted for a second, maybe two. Suddenly she leaned out, and <em>over</em>, gazing up at the Descendant who had brought her here, to <em>this</em> place, on <em>this</em> day. “This is your <em>sacred</em>thing.” Kyless spoke softly, <em>so</em> softly. “<em>Oh</em>. Is it okay if we play here, in this <em>sacred</em>thing, or is it just for looking?” Hopefully the Descendant Ryusei would <em>forget</em> that she had played first, played <em>already</em>, without asking for his permission. <em>Some</em>times <em>sacred</em>things <em>were</em> just for looking. Though that would have been very unfortunate, indeed.</span>