Late October...
Noira was waiting at the entrance to the portal tunnel, well off the main roads several miles north of RhyDin, where the woods began thickening into the great dark forests that dominated the mountains that made the north roads so difficult. There were lingering signs of a recent human presence nearby: old campfires, discarded ropes and split stakes from tents, and several mounds of excavated earth, stone, broken tools and other refuse.
The elfess herself was sitting in the lotus position on one of several large rune-inscribed tiles leading into the tunnel. The faces of elves with winged helmets and silk masks were carved into the rounded archway, and images of their ancestors were etched into the smooth walls along the lantern-lit path down into the earth, with the portal chamber at the end.
Noira's eyes were shut, and her hands hovered just above her thighs, fingers coursing through invisible currents in the air, while a faint smile crept onto her lips...
The distance hadn't caused her any troubles at all. Camellia was her mother's daughter after all, and that came with certain benefits. Like the half-vampirism and the nearly endless stamina to run for mile after mile. Which she did.
Normally streaming red hair had been tied back, and the usually very comfortable clothes she wore were traded for the enchanted fighting outfit of worn, hardened leather that she wore when practicing sword fighting with her father. It was serviceable enough, moved wen she did and didn't obstruct, while at the same time protecting against nicks, scrapes and would-be blows. Of course, normal leather couldn't stop a blade, hence the enchantments. The dangerous roads and paths up this far north hadn't proven a problem to her, not with the sheathed blade hanging from one hip. One could never be too careful in RhyDin.
Boots that stopped at her calf crunched on stones or twigs, something that gave her presence away to Noira, and she waited to be noticed with a soft smile. Eyes with a touch of both mother and farther's colourings swirling together examined the carvings from where she stood
Noira's eyes opened with a brilliant white light, but with another blink the arcane vision faded, and she turned a more normal smile on Camellia. "When Arthour said how much you'd grown, I didn't believe him....Hello, Camellia." She stood carefully, unfolding her legs and climbing to her feet. She had armor too, but it was light: a chainmail haubergeon underneat her tunic, hardened leather leggings, plated boots and fingerless gauntlets. She wasn't anticipating any action, but she wanted to be ready for it all the same.
Better to have it and not need it, than need it and not have it as the saying goes. Camellia smiled brightly, eyes dancing with delight. "Hello Noira. I wouldn't really say I've grown so much, well....I mean, I have, it's more jumping through time or something....Daddy knows how to explain it better..." Rambling, she does that sometimes. She tilted her head and smiled again. "So, ah....Dad showed me the sigils and the runes, it shouldn't be too hard to make it all work."
"You're a quick study," Noira replied, her smile growing, and motioned for Camellia to follow.
"This tunnel was built by the Atreans," she explained on their way down to the portal chamber — it was a long walk down. "Ancient elves, builders of a vast empire that managed the mastery of portals across worlds....and perhaps collapsed as a result of it. Rivals of my own kin, who lived and hunted in the forests before they settled into farming and winemaking," she added with a laugh. (d)
"From my point of view, Dad's already done this, or....maybe it was me?" Camellia tilted her head again, then shook it. Soon following behind, she listened attentively to Noira's explanation. "I think Dad would say something about cider at this point."
"He does seem to love it, doesn't he," Noira murmured. "And I'm the wrong person to ask about timeline manipulation..." The prospect of it did bring a worried frown to her brow, but she shook it off and moved on.
Camellia nodded. "It's the chemicals produced by the fermenting process, it's sort of a pain killer," Camellia replied, not realizing her dad actually hadn't ever mentioned it to anyone before. Then she smiled again. "He'd say the same thing, but he knows more than he's telling."
"There," Noira said when they reached the portal chamber. It was about thirty feet in diameter, with rune-inscribed ribs supporting the round walls and coming together on the ceiling, forming a strange eight-sided star. She pointed at the raised dais directly below it. "That is where the sigil should go....an opportune place for it to draw upon the runes it is derived from."
When they reached the portal chamber, Camellia nodded, examining the structure from their current view point, before moving around it slowly, being sure to take in as much detail as she could of it. Actually seeing the portal was just as important as knowing the sigils needed to make it work and she nodded in agreement. "The marks can overlay the original runes, completing or repurposing them for what we want them to do," Camellia said, moving to examine the dais now.
"...I landed here," Noira said, her hesitation coming less from any lack of certainty and more from the pain of that particular memory. "On the dais. Based on the position of the star, that's where the portal itself should open when activated."
Camellia nodded again. "That would make sense, I'd imagine the runes along here" Indicating the ribs that supported the walls. "Probably act as a kind of conduit for the amassed energies to move along, so they can be centered to form the portal.....I think." She looked at Noira and smiled. "It's hard to tell without actually activating the portal itself."
"That's exactly how it worked on the other side," Noira nodded, "and this, as its twin, will work identically."
"Oh good, knowing how it works will make placing the sigil and runes easier. They all need to be interlinked, in order to let the energies from the sigil move along the runes" Camellia said with a bright, confident smile. Reaching into a pocket, she pulled out a very small, folded bit of paper and looked at the dais, then back at Noira. "Um, should I do it now, or was there anything else?"
"We should do it now," Noira nodded decisively. "There won't be nearly enough power to activate it fully, not without a lunar alignment across the planes....but I should be able to give it....a test run, if you will."
Camellia nodded, smiling. "It's a shame Dad couldn't do it for you. He'd have powered it for you, I'm sure." He'd been oddly forceful that Camellia herself was not to power it all, only place the sigils and ensure they operated as expected.
Smiling, she unfolded the small square of paper. Eventually, it revealed itself to be an A4 sheet, which she placed on the ground at her feet. If Noira happened to take a peek at it, she would see....a jumbled, massive mess. What appeared to be many, many lines, symbols and runes drawn repeatedly over each other to form some kind of pattern, or several patterns in the chaos.
Noira did her best to decipher it, frowning over the tangled mess. "Some day, I will have to take instruction in this art from your father," she murmured.
Camellia giggled. "It's easier than he sometimes makes it look....I think, no matter what he says, he does it this way because he likes to put on a show...and it's kinda awesome."
With that said, Camellia's hands stretched out, above the paper, palms down and she closed her eyes for a long moment. Nothing happened....Then, the symbols began to move on the page, slowly at first, then with greater speed. Soon they lifted off the very paper itself, revolving around each other. It hadn't been written on the paper at all. That was merely a 2-D capture of what was really a 3-D masterpiece. As they left the page, they turned from black of ink, to the characteristic golden color of all Arthour's sigils.
Soon the jumbled mess of lines became clear: they were circles, rings of tiny words and symbols connnected together to form other, larger rings, each one more complicated than the last. The small rings spun within larger ones, one layer orbiting and spining in the opposite direction of the next in a massive ball of golden writing. This hovered in the air above the page, but below Camellia's hand for a few seconds, then she opened her eyes, her red and blue gaze swirled with excitement and she grinned. She got the same enjoyment and thrill from working sigils her farther did.
Palms outstretched now, towards the portal and the dais. The ball of sigils moved quickly there and started to disassemble itself, the proper circles separating from the whole, aligning themselves as they should and then embossing themselves into the very stone work of the portal, infusing it with magic once more and rewriting the old runes, making them clear and useable once more, and where it could, the gaps were filled in, and all of it interlinked and ready for use. The process took several minuets and all was done in utter silence by Camellia.
It was enough to take Noira's breath away. She was floored. "That was..." She blinked several times, and then smiled at Camellia. "What a very clever girl you are....I think that worked."
And with that she proceeded up to the dais in the center of the portal chamber, surrounded by the golden glow of Arthour's glittering sigils. She knelt before it, stretching her hands out into the open air as she had done before the tunnel's entrance earlier, and shut her eyes, giving herself over to the arcane ebb and flow in this place. She needed to find a strong current, one strong enough to trigger the beginning of the spell, if not complete it.
Camellia couldn't help but giggle when she lowered her hands. "It's Daddy's spell, he just showed me how it works. More flamboyant than it needs to be, but thank you."
She smiled, standing to one side and watched. The sigils should help in providing a much easier way of powering the portal, they would just need a jump start as it were, and then they could power themselves.
Noira found something — not much, but enough, a preliminary pulse of power as RhyDin's moons and Halcyr's began to shift closer into alignment with each other. Her eyes slid open, black like the night sky and glittering with the light of the moons and stars, and her innate dark aura flickered into being above the palms of her hands. The power hummed audibly in the air around her, and the sigils in the room seemed to glow brighter, an unearthly light overpowering Arthour's signature gold....before fading again.
Noira released a breath, and her vision returned to normal once more...."This will work," she informed Camellia.
Camellia smiled brightly and clapped her hands, looking very pleased. "Yay! That's good! I'm glad they worked."
"I believe," Noira said as she climbed carefully back to her feet, "that I owe you lunch, at the very least. Come on....let's head back to town, and you can try to tell me how you grew up so quickly."
((Adapted from live play with Camellia's player, with thanks!))