<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> Playing Outside... Together!<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 (One Less Spider Than Before)</span><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. The small, golden bell danced, and twirled in Kyless’ ear as the Descendant Ryusei played with it, like an <em>echo</em>, a hint, of what was to come. Her hands clasped tighter, griping, holding in front of her beige dress, as he brushed her cheek, her arm, her deep, blue skin. <em>It was very un-cool.</em> Meanwhile, the trickster’s golden eyes widened, and grew as she <em>listened</em>. Grew, grew, and grew, completely enthralled and curious, a little wider with each of the Descendant Ryusei’s <em>rules</em> for today, <em>this</em> day, <em>this</em> place. <em>They could play here.</em> They could play as much as Kyless <em>wanted</em> to play here, in this <em>sacred</em>place. They could even play <em>together</em>. “Together.” The trickster repeated, warmly and quietly to herself, with a small, mischievous grin that was too cheeky to contain. <em>Together</em>, <em>together</em>, <em>together</em>. It had been a very long time indeed, since Kyless had <em>played</em>. But even longer since she had played <em>with</em> someone, <em>together</em>.<br/><br/>And so it was. And so it sounded far <em>more</em> than just good. Above good. Greater than good. “It sounds… <em>best</em>!” <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. The trickster leapt <em>up</em> in the air with her sudden exclamation, and then released a soft, boundless sound that could only be described as a cheerful <em>giggle</em>.  <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. Kyless’ golden bells rang out to the ocean as she pranced <em>around</em> him, the Descendant Ryusei, twirling in happy circles over and over, spinning on her bare, blue tip-toes. “I like playing games with others best, you know.” <em>Jingle</em>. She stopped twirling just in front of him and leaned in close, still on her tip toes, still with a mischievous smirk. <em>The Descendant gave her permission to be wild!</em> Her swollen pink nose almost brushed against his. <em>The Descendant even wanted to play with her and her wild in the other wildthings and wildplaces!</em> In the black sand around Ryusei, there were circles, <em>some</em>thing left from Kyless’ bare, prancing, <em>jingling</em> footsteps. <br/><br/>“What shall we play first?" Of course, they would play more than one game. They would play many, many games, but all <em>together</em> now. "The sand is fun, it remembers you,” Kyless extended one of her dirty, sandy, blue legs across the black, squishy sand, creating a new mark, a new line, a new <em>echo</em>. Even with <em>small</em> magic, she could still show the Descendant Ryusei <em>some</em>things, <em>this</em> day. “Or, there are trees. Many, many trees. We could see who could ascend them faster, yes? Just between the two of us,” a small challenge, but still a very playful one. Like it was a kind of secret to share. The trickster blinked her alluring, bright golden eyes at him, fluttering her dark eyelashes, still <em>that</em> close. “Then there is the ocean. It is very big. Very…” The trickster kept her thoughtful gaze <em>not</em> on the ocean behind her, but on <em>him</em> as she spoke, “<em>pretty</em>.” <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. Kyless suddenly tilted her horned head at Ryusei, attempting to observe and configure his reactions. “What do you wish, Ryusei?” She spoke his name like it was three distinct syllables, <em>softly</em>, raising in song as it left her warm, wet tongue. The demoness tried to forget that she would still be <em>sneezing</em>, embarrassing sneezes, no matter what the Descendant Ryusei decided to play <em>together</em> first. But the trickster was not good at forgetting. And she certainly did not wish to forget today, <em>this</em> day, even though it was one where her magic was small.</span>