white_flowers | IC: Midsummer Rising

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IC: Midsummer Rising

Midsummer.

Longest day, brightest day, day of celebration for those of the Light and also of the Wild.

It will be a day of great power-- and had once marked the ending of the rising Dark in the world she had once called her own.

But here at the end of all the worlds, she intends to change things. The longest and brightest day it may be, but there is another side to it as well; for at the moment that the sun passes zenith, the time of Light also passes.

So begins the long slow fall into the Dark.

This time, the White Rider means to turn her carefully-gathered power to advantage at that precise moment, bringing the cycle to an entirely different ending -- for everyone.

She is smiling cruelly when she steps out of the forest and starts toward the bar, half-lost in her thoughts and her plans.

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That may take longer than Ace might have hoped, as Blodwen stops when she notices the other woman.

Her smile is poisonous in its sweet malice.

"Why, hello cariad." The soft light voice is lilting, amused. "Enjoying the day, are you?"

Ace tries to look calm and relaxed, even if she tensed at the first word, the hair at the back of her neck standing on end. Of course she would have that smile that always seems to bypass every conscious thought and triggers the need to take Blodwen apart.

"Yeah. S'warm." Polite. She has to be polite. If she managed to live with Gem's constant needling for fifty years, she can take the white bitch's presence for a few minutes.

"High summer," she muses aloud, and oh, but the soft cruel delight in those simple words is clear. "Warm indeed, of course -- but winter will come soon enough after."

Ace shrugs, or pretends she shrugs - it's more of a twitch.

"Time t'migrate then, isn't it? S'always summer somewhere." Or sometime, but Blodwen certainly doesn't need to know about that.

She laughs at this, high and light and mocking.

"If it is that you are such a coward as to run from the cold, then goodness yes, I do suppose."

Ice-blue eyes are gleaming with amusement.

"S'not cowardism if y'just goin' where y'best suited." Ace points out, helpful and very carefully not allowing the growl roused by that damnable laugh rise into her voice.
"Y'wouldn't accuse a hummin'bird or a robin of bein' a coward, would you?" It's an effort not to add 'oh, wait, you probably would'.

"Never a robin, no," she replies, and the accent on the type of bird is deliberate and clear.

"Other birds are an entirely different matter though, dear."

Blodwen touches the globe that hangs at her throat, smiling gently at Ace.

Oh, there's the growl.

Well.

So much for that plan.

"Just 'cause y'too dense t'understand 'im doesn't mean y'can mock 'im." She growls low, eyes bright and flashing. Still, she keeps her distance. Mustn't fight. Mustn't attack.

"Oh, cariad," she says, soft and sweet and deadly as poison. Her fingers brush lightly over the glass, causing the faintest swirl of pink-tinged smoke to rise within.

"I understand him so very well now, goodness yes indeed."

"Bullshit. Can't understand sommat y'tryin' t'break. Y'just doin' the dumb bloodthirsty conqueror wannabe routine - smash an' break an' destroy what y'can, regardless of what might've been before." She snarls back, defiant. "Hardly original. Been done t'death, don'tcha think? Very trite."

"Oh no, dear," Blodwen tells her, smiling. "Why, you do not understand at all."

"Not to break -- to keep, and without even need for a collar, not for the pretty bird."

And then...

And then...

Ace laughs, wild and free.

"You are such a self-delusioned bitch, aren't ya?"

The smile falls away like a mask shattering, leaving only cold rage in its place.

"Oh? Do tell, dear."

The high light voice is dangerously soft now, and a sibilant hiss underlies it in clear warning.

Ace is beyond caring about what might happen next. It's like the first few seconds after starting a skydive - the ground's too far away to be scary, and the only thing left is freedom.

"No. I can't help it if y'blind t'y'own faults. Though," She pauses, musing with a wild grin on her face. "It is rather funny how y'go swirlin' about, convinced y'the evilest thing that's ever been, when y'just a bench warmer given a chance t'run 'round the field some."

"Ffwl," she hisses. "Such a noisy chattering fool, you are-- and I grow tired of it."

"Then go bugger off, no one's stoppin' you." Ace snipes back brightly. "Go sit at y'table an' smile an' smirk an' give a good scare t'the kiddies."

"No," she says, as a cruel smile spreads across her features -- twisting almost like a snarl.

"Another idea it is entirely, that I have -- and you will help me with it, I do believe."

The White Rider cups one hand around the glass globe, as bloodstained smoke begins to boil wildly within it, and says sweetly,

"So fond it is that you are of the pretty bird -- your family, you have even called him. Family let it be, in truth."

She throws her other hand out, pointing at Ace with all five fingers spread, and the sudden flash of pink radiance is almost fire-bright.

Instinctively Ace backs away as she would from any blast, putting distance between her and the explosion, but she'd forgotten about the football. Abruptly she loses her footing as she steps on it instead of the solid ground and goes over backward in a flurry of feathers.

...

Suddenly everything is too big, with even the football suddenly appearing monstrous. The landscape seems oddly flat, and there's more of it, spreading away behind her. She opens her mouth to protest, but all that comes out is an indignant rough cawing.

Her laughter is bright as light flashing from a cold blade, and silvery as ice-covered branches scraping against each other in a wind.

"A pretty pet it is that you will make, now -- why, and I shall even take you back to the palace beyond, where no one will find you. Not even your Raven will dare return there, not after what happened before, goodness no."

She reaches into a pocket, pulling out a twist of smoky-looking wire that expands into an oddly shining net.

"In time enough, you may even learn to sing for my amusement."

She has no idea what has happened, and Blodwen's voice now resembles rumbling thunder more than an intelligable voice, but suddenly the white giant is coming towards her and she'll be damned if she's going to stay put.

It is then Ace discovers the problem.

This isn't a body borrowed from Raven, with instincts and ability built in. This is her, and she doesn't know how to fly.

Well, damn.

So she hops. Hop, hop, hopping for her life!

Ace is moving quickly and with increasing confidence in each fluttery hop, but at present she's only a very small bird when all is said and done.

The White Rider takes three quick steps, and with a snap of her wrist, the net falls into place over the jay.

Laughing, Blodwen bends down to scoop her prisoner from the ground.

Whooooooooooaa! Ace stares balefully at the ground as it treacherously drops away.

Then another thought occurs (they come more slowly now, there's not much room for them in the tiny little bird head).

She's got a big friggin' beak.

With a will, she sets to making as many holes in Blodwen's hands as birdly possible.

She hisses in pain and wrenches her hands apart, pulling violently at the net--

--which shimmers and transforms into a cage of shining silver wire, with the jay locked securely inside.

Blodwen raises it higher in order to look in, a malicious smile curving her lips.

"Much better."

"For some, perhaps."
Here we are.
Raven's voice is quiet, sharp, and oddly carrying in the open air.

"Not for her, I do not think."

He smiles, showing a quick flash of teeth.

"And not for me."

She whirls to face him, the cage swinging in her hand as she does-- and she has no trouble recognizing him even in this form. Not here, not now, not when she wears his blood at her throat.

Ice-blue eyes meet black ones, and she holds his gaze as she smiles in turn-- sweet and dangerous and heartstoppingly bright.

"Pretty bird." The light soft voice is musical and gentle, and not quite mocking. "Not upset, are you now, when I am simply using what you have yourself shown me the way of?"

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