MagiStream

Sol almost walked right into Iona as she stopped. He immediately lit up like a christmas tree. He hardly had time to register her question. He paused for a moment and tried to hone into nature. He caught whispers of the storm. He frowned and focused on back on Iona. "Calling it now might be a good idea.storm isnt too far off" he thrust his staff into the ground bulb first and clasped his hands together. He knelt on the ground and layed his on it. The staff glowed brown from inside the earth. It slowly swalloed it and from the ground rose a seizable house. The glow of the staff illumenated throughout the makeshift windows crafted from a wooden mesh to allow light but keep out the rain. He rose, sweat tdickling from his forhead. He admired his handiwork and turned to Iona with a hand held up pointing to the door which stood open. "This should keep that beautiful face dry" he said with a smile and a deep blush that would make even a model jellous.

"Alright." Iona nodded, glancing up at the darkening sky.
Then she turned her attention back to Sol, who was crouched on the ground. She looked at him curiously when suddenly the ground shifted and turned, and a house was created from the earth. Iona gazed at it in awe, wondering what other fantastic things Sol could do. Her face lit up like Rudolph's nose at his comment, and she ducked her head shyly.
"You are coming inside with me, right?" She asked hesitantly. "I couldn't bear it knowing you were outside in the coming storm."

He face grew hot as she inquired about coming in with her and gave a slight nod. "I suppose i could" he said and he placed his hand on the wall as the building rumbled and grew another window. "There. Now there is a room for my self" he said again holding the way open for her. After she walked in he followed. He gazed around at the ornate detail. This house wasnt too far off from his child hood house. He smiled walking through the earthen replica of his home. How the stone and wood throughout complimented eachother. He turned to Iona and said "you are welcome to explore. Ill keep this design in mind as we travel if you like it. And this can be what we stay in during nights" he walked to the center of the house and saw his staff humming with color as it illuminated the house. He heaved a sigh of nostalgia and flopped onto a couch feathered with grass. His body meltsd into complete relaxation as he lied there. The sound of rain beggining to pound on the side of the house.

Iona walked through the door Sol held open for her, thanking him as she stepped in. The inside of the earth house was incredible. She dropped her backpack next to a chair and ran her hands along the walls in awe, her eyes twinkling with wonder as she explored the house. Rain began to patter outside, as they kept dry inside. She glanced at Sol, who had sprawled on a couch and smiled appreciatively. She leaned against the wall on the far side and looked her companion over. He was quite tall, even taller than her own father had been, and very handsome she noted with a blush. She blinked and pushed off the wall.
"This place is fantastic!" She said, walking over and sitting on a chair, curling her legs under her. "Thank you, for doing all this."

Sol had reached a state of relaxation where he could feel the very earth breathing. His heart had slowed to a point where it beat to the earths rhythm. He felt Iona walking through the house in awe which made him blush. He wasn't used this still. He would normally be alone in the rain, still just as content. He heard Iona thank him for what he had done and he replied with "you owe me no thanks...but you are still very welcome." his voice was low, almost as a bother to speak but only because the few times he could connect with the planet in the was he was now was very rare. The earth-mother. That was how he viewed our blue marble floating in space. Sol could hear almost all of the earths kin speaking at once. He enjoyed this chatter. It was music to hm, listening to all of nature cry out in one voice. Much like how a child crystal out to its mother with its entire being. All in unison proclaiming "I love you". Each element keeping the earth-mother happy.

Iona unzipped her backpack quietly, so as not to disturb Sol, and pulled out her pencils, paper, and kneaded eraser. She doodled on her scratchpad, thinking of something to draw, then flipped open a fresh page when an idea struck her. At first there were just some scratch lines throughout the paper, but as a little more time went on they began to take form. Iona's tongue stuck out of her mouth slightly in her concentration, the rest of the world melted away as she immersed herself in her work. Her hands worked as if on auto pilot, having done this hundreds of times before. Once the light pencil strokes were complete, she took out her coloured pencils to give the 2D drawing life and substance. From only four colours a Phoenix bursting from flaming ashes took shape.

Sol finished his melding allowed consciousness drift back into place. He opened his eyes and saw Iona drawing. He smiled at how adorable she looked while concentrating on her art. He found himself staring at her the entire time she doodled. He wondered what it was she was sketching. He sat up on the couch, the rustling of grass soft and nearly soundless. Curiosity getting the best of himself he rose and stood over her, leaning over her shoulder his head right next to hers. He saw the sketch and was breath taken at the detail that was out into it. "amazing" was the only word he uttered. He turned his head towards and blushed as soon as he realized how close he was to her, his curiosity satisfied.

So wrapped up in her drawing, Iona didn't notice Sol over her shoulder. She jumped slightly at the sound of his voice right next to her ear. As she turned to look at him she only just then realized their close proximity and her face grew red. She laughed softly to ease her tension.
"Thanks." Iona said. "Ink is easier to train than a dog... but graphite is more stubborn than an unwilling mule."
She turned the paper over and wrote "Saol anála" on the back, then flipped it over once more. The phoenix was still for a moment, then it began to twitch and wriggle. It opened its beak as if to cry out, but it was mute as a stone. Then it flapped its wings to fly away, but was stopped by the edges of the page. It glanced indignantly out of the paper at its creator, returned to its original position, and froze.
"Ink isn't as picky." She shrugged with a slight laugh.

Sol was amazed at how the bird came to life. He frowned when it went back to its static position, thinking it was going to come to life out of the paper. "still...that is a feat that you can do this...I am amazed to see such control to create life the way you do" he said. He looked out the window and noticed a lack of any sunlight, and the storm had started to pick up. He turned to his companion sighed and rose. "it's starting to get late. We should consider turning in." he offered his hand to lead her up to her room for the night. He lead her up a small flight of steps. At the top stood a hall with three doors. The first led to a bedroom, the second a bathroom and the last another bedroom. "you may chose whichever you like....I understand some people enjoy privacy while they sleep...however if you wanted the company I wouldn't be far off" he said blushing furiously.

=just want you to know how difficult it was posting this while I was distracted by your texting Hun =

Iona blushed at his praise and glanced out of the window at his comment. She hadn't noticed how the darkness had begun to fall. She put her things back in her backpack, hoisted it over her shoulder, and took Sol's hand as he led her up the steps. Iona turned to him and smiled nervously, having an internal battle with herself. Finally she stood on her tip toes and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.
"Thank you, again, for everything." She said quickly, then ducked her head in embarassment, face going red, and made her way to the far bedroom.
She dropped her bag next the the bed and plopped down on it, staring wide-eyed at the ceiling. She had no idea what had possessed her to do that. Iona's thoughts turned over and over in her head. Was it just a friendly kiss? Did she feel something more for Sol? What could he have interpreted it as? She curled up and closed her eyes, trying to block out her insatiable questions. She fell asleep quickly as soon as her eyes closed.