<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> City Streets, Outside Many Shops &gt; Somewhere the Descendant Finds Fun<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> The Descendant, Ryusei<br/><strong>MENTIONING:</strong> The Too Smart Doctor Toshiro<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong> Kyless is visible, <em>jingling</em>, and sneezing small, magical fireworks.<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</span><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">The trickster hoped he sensed <em>some</em>thing good. <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. Kyless looked up at him with genuine interest as the Descendant Ryusei said ‘company’, her bright, golden eyes widening just so. <em>He said he would keep. Keep was bad sometimes, but good now, good this time. Better than forgotten, indeed.</em> The Descendant kept looking at her, making up his mind, building to a thought, maybe many.<br/><br/>“Pretty <em>cool</em>,” Kyless repeated softly, though she was not certain what the Descendant Ryusei meant by ‘cool’. <em>The sun was hot.</em> The sidewalk where they stood <em>ad-ja-cent</em> was even more hot underneath her bare, blue feet. “I think you are pretty…” But the trickster could not tell the same compliment that she did not fully understand, not yet, not to the important and powerful Descendant. She did not wish to offend him, even by accident. “<em>Pretty</em>.” Instead she repeated, nodding up at him. <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. “Very pretty.” Kyless turned her shoulder towards Ryusei and offered him her hand, outreached and palm down, as the Descendant made his magic portal <em>reappear</em>. It was the same hand she had offered to the Doctor Toshiro before, early <em>this</em> day, early <em>this</em> morning. <em>Jingle</em>.<br/><br/>The portal was made of shadows. Like a glimmer, a ripple, an echo of <em>some</em>thing else, <em>some</em>where else. A small smile tugged at the dark blue edges of Kyless’ lips. “Your magic is very old… and very new,” the Disciple of Calder said, observing its edges, its whisper, its hum. If Kyless’ own magic was small, she could at least watch magic that was <em>un</em>-small. Especially magic of a <em>Descendant</em>, only told in stories, only rumored to exist, even at all. “There are some ties to Zelkova, the Crown of Obliteration, but there are also others. Other ties. Very powerful… and <em>stormy</em>? Yes. A human term for un-settle. Building. Forming. Potential.” <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. The trickster continued to stare at different parts, all the <em>some</em>things of the <em>open</em> portal, the magic of Ryusei, the Shadow Monarch. Her one, braceleted arm was still outstretched, <em>waiting</em>.<br/><br/>Her bracelet. <em>Toshiro’s gift.</em> She remembered now, she remembered then. Kyless’ dark blue lips pressed together, though she spoke no words. Instead, she moved her outstretched hand in front of Ryusei, <em>guarding</em> the Descendant from a particular uncertainty. <em>Would Toshiro’s gift make his magic, his portal, his escape, small too?</em> Kyless watched intuitively as she reached her hand through the <em>open</em> portal, through the <em>open</em>, magical, stormy doorway to <em>some</em>where else. But to her relief, and somewhat surprise, the bracelet did <em>no</em>thing. It only made Kyless’ magic fuzzy, it was only for her. <em>It was her gift, after all.</em> The trickster pulled a finger towards her palm, one by one, a flicker, a wave, on the <em>other</em>side of the <em>open</em> portal. “I am both here, and there.” The demoness commented, her soft smile returning as it once was to the corners of her dark blue lips. “I am… in more places at once.” The Descendant Ryusei could hear it, her happy, her fascination. It covered her sweet voice like silk and honey. Kyless was <em>already</em> having fun.<br/><br/><em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. Kyless pulled her braceleted hand out of the <em>open</em>, magical portal and leapt, <em>up</em> and <em>down</em>, once, then twice, on the <em>un</em>-cool sidewalk, too excited to stand still any longer. Then her braceleted hand grasped the Descendant’s hand tightly. It was… also <em>un</em>-cool. “Follow me, <em>Ryusei</em>,” the trickster chanted in rhyme, and pulled him through the doorway in between space and time, new and old, beginnings and middles, and, perhaps most of all, disappointment and hope.</span><br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">Exit Shopping Scene for Kyless</span></div>