#🟄 * ⁎ 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. » rp.

[feathercall]

@iceflowers​ said:

Leng Yun, carrying an umbrella, thoughtfully nods. "They may try to guide it, but forcing it to bend to their will will only end in disaster. There  is no fury like mother nature's."

     Xayah nods, but with a tired laugh.

     ❝ yeah. try telling that to any human, though. ❞ She replies, pulling her hood down and her hair out, so she can better feel the rain, ❝ men don’t walk with storms, and humans always wanna destroy anything they can’t find a way to fit into the palm of their hand. it’s their nature. like the scorpion from that old fable. ❞

#🟄 * ⁎ 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. » rp.

[feathercall]

     She’s outside in a storm getting rained on. Lightning crashes, thunder in the background moments later.

     ❝ humans are always trying to think up ways to bend nature to their desires. they should take a look at the sky for once. that should be proof enough that it’s futile. ❞

#🟄 * ⁎ 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. » rp. #girl who Loves Thunderstorms having a Moment

[feathercall]

      ❝ i have a better deal for you, ❞ She holds up her knife in one hand, and opens up the other, beckoning with her fingers for the artifact, ❝ ...give that back to me, and maybe i’ll let you keep all your fingers. ❞

#🟄 * ⁎ 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. » rp. #open post because reasons

[feathercall]

@zaunted said: i'm sorry we're not all part BIRD

❝ you could be--oh no, wait, you can't shapeshift either. humans are so lame. ❞

#🟄 * ⁎ 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. » rp. #xayah says its fine you can experience nonlinear time regardless of species

[feathercall]

     She is stiff. Not as stiff as some humans, of course. Less bad habits, probably an effect of being self-taught rather than brought up in some stupid school or by some human mentor who would happily pass the bad habits along. Still... 

     Xayah is perched on top of some old, long-since inactive device in the middle of the old power station, legs crossed, hands on her knees like some sort of elderly Ionian mentor in an old book. Her firelight mask is flipped up onto the top of her head, and she’s trying her best to look patient as long as her face is visible.

     Zeri’s not a bad kid. Really, she’s not, and Xayah can tell. But the way humans use magic always confounds her. It’s as if they have an instinctual desire to suppress and limit things that aren’t meant to be controlled.

      ❝ ...you don’t move enough. ❞ She makes a motion with one finger, a twirl in the air, ❝ i don’t mean small things. i mean whole-body motion, not just hands and feet. ❞

@biolightning​ 

#🟄 * ⁎ 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. » rp. #🟄 * ⁎ 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 ; 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬. » firelight au. #biolightning #HOPE THAT WORKS FOR U #here to cause issues for the local electricity provider

[feathercall]

      ❝ —let me see that, ❞ She makes a grabbing motion with one clawed hand, pulling her mask down around her neck with the other. There’s a distinctly focused gleam in her eyes, a particularly animal-like curiosity. ❝ no, i’m not going to steal it. i just need to examine it. ❞

#🟄 * ⁎ 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. » rp. #🟄 * ⁎ 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 ; 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬. » firelight au. #specifically here because hey you arcane muses #one of you let her look at one of those shiny rocks she's getting a vibe from them #let bird girl touch the pretty crystal

[feathercall]

(reaches out and swipes a claw at your leg as you walk past)

#aggro radius. #🟄 * ⁎ 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. » rp.

[feathercall]

      ❝ mrrrrp...? ❞

#🟄 * ⁎ 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. » rp. #cat activation sound #or in this case. bird activation sound #bird-fox-grpyhon-person

[feathercall]

      ❝ AUUUUUUUGGGGHHH. ❞

     She’s laying facedown on the floor, feathers more ragged than usual (and missing, in a few places) and looking distinctly irritable. 

#🟄 * ⁎ 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. » rp. #just bird things

[feathercall]

      ❝ why does time always have to be linear for humans, or they get all weird about it? get with the program. ❞

#🟄 * ⁎ 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. » rp.

[feathercall]

     ❝ ...anniversary tomorrow... i never know how to celebrate this sorta thing. how do you do gifts for people? maybe i’ll visit a bakery, i bet rakan would like that... ❞

#🟄 * ⁎ 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. » rp. #happy release day xayahrakan 4/19

[feathercall]

❝ anyone else get kind of wild when the full moon is out? dunno what does it, it just feels different. charged, or... something. ❞

#(xayah voice) in my defense the moon is full and i was left unsupervised #🟄 * ⁎ 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. » rp.

[feathercall]

      ❝ hey. check out how cold my hands are. ❞

      touches you with cold hands.

#🟄 * ⁎ 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. » rp. #adfGDFJ #open goofy nonsense

[feathercall]

@danceblades​

     Xayah has made a lot of this trip with her head down. Watching the trails through the old forests, and leading through any dangers. She knows a lot of the way, but not all of it; there’s no familiar path home anymore. Her own village is gone, and what remains of her tribe has long since become nomadic. 

     Still, the feather she gave the elder the last time she was here means she can always find them. This spring, they are camped at the edge of a meadow—and she can see why. The open space and bright wildflowers blooming in the new spring sunlight lend a lovely backdrop to the festival grounds, which are still being set up. Brightly colored vastaya leap from one location to another in the distance, setting up stages and clearing circles for various events, and throwing chains of flowers over just about every available surface.

     (Normally the nestlings would do the decorating, but Xayah makes a sad note to herself that there still aren’t any new young ones this year, and only one or two juveniles that are slightly younger than she is.)

     She stops at the edge of the meadow, still a ways from the camp, and looks back at Irelia, who has kept pace with her surprisingly well during the wilderness travel. Always surprising... in a good way.

     ❝ ...was, uh, worried we wouldn’t make it in time... but we’re here. and, um, in time to claim a spot. ❞ Xayah says, sounding somewhat more sheepish than she’d usually be. She had never actually said why she’d wanted to drag Irelia all the way out here, she’d just done it, but... 

     She flares her red-violet plumes, shaking the dust out of them, and then pulls her cloak around to preen the long feathers as she starts walking again. As she starts, she adds, ❝ my... my tribe doesn’t really hate humans the way some of the others do— but i’d... stick close anyway. alright? ❞

#🟄 * ⁎ 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. » rp. #fuck it. TAG #🟄 * ⁎ 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠. » irelia (danceblades.)

[feathercall]

      ❝ i’m thinking of getting another piercing—i have a few but more can’t hurt. ears this time, maybe...? ❞

#🟄 * ⁎ 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. » rp. #hc: #ear piercings are less common with vastaya cause their ears tend to be. a wider variety of shapes and sizes #lots of real estate up there tho

[feathercall]

     —She’s kicking her feet in her sleep like she’s running.

#🟄 * ⁎ 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. » rp. #zzzzzzzzzzzzz