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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.

Date: 2006-06-12 01:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com
So many hours of light and warmth give Ace more of an excuse to spend the day outside, and she spends most of it practicing football drills, both to improve in the hopes of continuing to beat Wells, and also to try and wear herself out for once.

It's a gorgeous day, really. Everything's green and growing, the sun sparkles off the ripples in the lake, the shark pops up every once in a while, and it's deliciously warm.

Thus, the white shows up starkly, an almost painful contrast against the beauty of the day. Ace pauses to watch Blodwen warily. Don't antagonize, they've warned. Don't challenge her.

She'll just keep quiet until she's safely by.

Date: 2006-06-12 01:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com
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.

Date: 2006-06-12 01:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com
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.

Date: 2006-06-12 02:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com
"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'.

Date: 2006-06-12 02:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com
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.

Date: 2006-06-12 02:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com
"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."

Date: 2006-06-12 02:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com
And then...

And then...

Ace laughs, wild and free.

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

Date: 2006-06-12 02:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com
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."

Date: 2006-06-12 03:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com
"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."

Date: 2006-06-12 03:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com
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.

Date: 2006-06-12 03:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com
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!

Date: 2006-06-12 04:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com
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.

Date: 2006-06-12 04:29 am (UTC)
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"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."

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