thesphererp | Inesa - Memory Share

[The wind is warm and sweet, dancing like music over the vast fields that stretch out for miles before her. The figure in the memory is the young woman known throughout the sphere as a seamstress and captivating storyteller. Her hair is down, waves of pale wheat falling between slender shoulders as the wind tugs and plays with the silky strands.

She smiles.

There is a small farmhouse behind her and a little girl watching the inexperienced angel with eager rapture. The child's hair is in short black braids while bright hazel eyes watch the event that is to unfold before her. Her clothes are constructed of rags, matching that of Inesa's dress. Inesa's state of dress doesn't hinder her beauty but somehow accent the sweet curve of her cheeks and the alluring curves that outline her frame.

Inesa's eyes open as her arms reach towards the sky. She continues to smile as a soft song leaves her lips, it starts as a whisper at first but soon it's twisting over the wind before settling onto the tilled dirt. From there, small green sprouts began to unfold themselves and reach towards the heavens.

Her hands fall as her excitement bubbles up in a giggle of warmth.]

It worked! [The little girl runs forward and jumps, wrapping her arms around Inesa's tiny waist.] Gwen you did it!

The fields are healed! I can't wait to tell mama and papa!

[Inesa smiles down at the young girl and returns the eager hug. She's pale but she does her best to hide her exhaustion from the young eager child.]

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That was incredible.

[He blinks for a moment.]

Do I even want to know how you did that?

Oh, thank you.

I'm not entirely sure. I left home before I was able to complete my training but I asked the seeds to grow...

very nicely.

You...asked the seeds to grow and they did? [That's not any sort of magic he's ever heard of.] Seriously?

I believe so... I'm not sure.

I never really thought about my magic. I just knew what I wanted to do and it would happen. Sometimes I sing to help it but I don't know if I can do it without singing. I don't think the words matter though, just the intent.

They don't... usually. Are you telling me everything you do is self-taught. Do you realize how dangerous that is?

Yes.

I left home before I could learn more. I don't use magic very often. Sometimes it just happens.

That's...what makes it so dangerous. Knowing just enough to get yourself or someone else killed is worse than knowing nothing of your abilities.

[Harry. You are not-]

And there can be a lot of collateral damage. If you need a hand, you know where to find me.

[Well, I guess you are, then.]

Um...

[There is a brief pause.]

Where do I find you?

Oh, uh, right. I've taken over one of the abandoned buildings in the merchant's dome. It's not much, just a written sign on the door, but it's an office. "Harry Dresden, Wizard".

Or, you know, scream loudly or send me a message over the brain probe.

Alright. I will stop by.

I have a shop in the merchant dome as well. I make clothes.

And here I was thinking that was a dying profession.

It might be but I enjoy making people clothes that remind them of home. I offer the first purchase for free, for those here. If you want to stop by, I'd be happy to design something for you.

You know, it would probably be the most stylish thing I own.

Well, I could make it unstylish. It depends on what you want.

[He laughs at an internal conversation with a brother who's not around.

"Hey, big brother, check out my new threads."

"...did you mean to turn up this tacky?"

"Actually yes. She designed them this way."]

I don't think that'll be necessary.

[Inesa giggles in a soft belle like sound.]

Alright. You'll have to think about what style you do want then.

I have absolutely no idea.

Then I'll design it for you!

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