Finally continuation to Iria’s story. I thought I did the first one last year, but apparently it was two years ago, oops. This one picks up right where that left off, though. And it ended up really long. Hopefully with minimal mistakes, but I’ve been working on the texts all day today (on and off) so my brain is kind of dead now.
But god, I so need to get a pair of normal hands from Souldoll when I next order from them (I wonder when that’ll be). Because it looks like her fingers are cramping in a lot of these. Gosh, I shouldn’t have cared that I already have several of the old style pairs: they’re the only ones that can actually do stuff naturally.
The woman was standing awkwardly in an unfamiliar room. They’d had their introductions just a moment before outside, after which she had taken off her outer garments in order to accomodate for the warmth of the house.
Okay, this took me a side of forever, but it’s finally done. Not entirely happy with it but I just don’t care anymore. x_x
Shall we get to it?” The demon inquired.
I will be re-doing this scene as a proper story at some point when I finally have all the props needed. But for now I just really wanted to try it out. :D I need to make more old paperwork and a better table and and… I need other props too.
I’d especially love one other doll to be present there too, but I don’t know if that’ll be possible.
Okay, Finally. This only took me 4-5 months, but oh well. It still worked out because I was never planning on doing a straight continuation. And time isn’t really of importance to these guys. xD
Now I can slowly do other stories… and Mizya already gave me an idea for one and told me to do it. Thanks.
Somnion could still feel traces of the magics performed here, although months had passed.
But that wasn’t all: faint memories of strong feeling were also left behind. He could feel the pain, the sadness and the anger that had come to pass in this place.
They were back, with great anticipation in the air. The pair had trained and rested plenty, and now the fragment dimension created by Llyr had vanished.
Their only choices were to either run or stay and stand their ground against the Clan.
It was strange to be back. The air and the scents were different. As were the sounds.
This reality was much clearer, while the fragment had been musty and almost smothering with all the magic in the air. Here Tanith could breathe freely