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Wesimbi
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Date Posted: 06:35:00 06/14/05 Tue
In reply to:
Nashota
's message, "Re: Battle" on 08:32:34 06/03/05 Fri
The sky changed. Wesimbi felt the air currents shift and turn, and suddenly the air felt very thick. It slowed the gryphons down considerably, for they were yet physical, but Wesimbi cut through it like a flaming arrow and felt the lightning discharge, venting the unbearable tension. The lightning went straight down, a sizzling blue-white pillar, and the gryphons screamed and swerved to avoid it...and as Wesimbi watched with eyes that were not eyes, he saw the lightning roll itself into a ball of white-hot light just above the rock surface of the Arrow, and then it struck again - horizontally. And Wesimbi saw little Nashota gasping for breath in the wake of the terrible power she had transmitted.
For a moment everything was still, and then the little Jellicle began to run for the gate. The guardians, no longer underestimating the fragile mortal, made to stop her, folding great wings and stooping like enormous hawks, talons outstretched toward Nashota.
High above the action, Wesimbi smiled with his entire being and reached down to give Nashota a gentle push. With a sensation like a gust of warm air at her back, the Jellicle leapt forward and disappeared through the Gate only a second before the gryphons hit the earth. But they had no power to enter and stood there prowling, horrified and enraged. And they bent their anger upon Wesimbi. But the fire prince simply moved, and appeared on the ground as they leapt into the air, and took the last few steps to the Gate in his physical form.
The Gate itself was nothing remarkable, except for its size; it was a cave-like entrance with a floor that sloped steeply downward, and it easily dwarfed Wesimbi's twenty-foot wingspan. He felt very much like a child as he passed into the shadow, and was for a moment lost in his ancestors' nostalgia and awe. Then he remembered Nashota, and called her name as he hurried forward.
"Little sister," he said, and put his hands on her shoulders. "You are ever a surprise, even to me. A dragon himself would be unashamed to stand beside you in the house of his father."
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