<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/09/Kashsistersmug.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kashana & Lakashtari<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Assembly Hall > Temple Ruins<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>"Where is where you're from, it sounds so uptight." Lakashtari's body had responded on its own to the weight of Tilly's wrist sliding down her hip, and from tailbone to knee hollow she was steel, thrumming the dangled tips of those finges with the starched band of her uniform skirt. Each time, there was slightly more slack between her soft pinchable tummy and the peak of freshly minted fabric. And then the equivalent of a whistle blew, and everybody was being ushered in a different direction.<br/><br/>"Okay, see you on the other side!" Kashana popped up onto her toes to see over the crowd. Not much could be seen through those portals, if the swirl of colors were not just her imagination playing tricks. She took her sister's hand, and together they rolled with the tide of disappearing people toward parts unknown. No fear.<br/>"This is going to be easy."<br/>"I'm going to climb to the highest dome of the ruins."<br/>"Not if I get there first!"<br/>Kashana turned to give one last signal to Tilly. Lakashtari stepped through the portal. And then, it changed.<br/><br/>Wind whipped Lakashtari's hair into a streaming turquoise ribbon. The scent of wild grass and old stone pushed into her nose, and she was falling. Without wings, without a parachute. She'd fallen before, on the holy mountain whose slopes were the most treacherous in all the land. On instinct, she filled her head with thought. Lascivious, shameful ideas slipped in and snowballed to power her psionic battery. Gooey ectoplasm covered her hands. She shut her eyes, and tuned out everything except the fantasy. Between her hands, a pole formed, sticky and luminous and like silicone. It wanted to flop around like a wet noodle, but sheer willpower forced it ramrod straight. Lakashtari angled it down to the rapidly approaching ground- moment of truth time.<br/><br/>She was dripping wet as the ectolasmic vaulting pole stuck in the earth. Now she wasn't falling, but sliding down a ghostly blue pole. Legs that had outstretched to the wind whipped in and crossed tight around to feel the slippery glide between her thighs. Panting, slowing, she gingerly touched the mosaic stone of a ruined plaza with the seat of her skirt. But where was Kashana?