>>5829767Nemenmo had spoken of how the spirits of heat and of cold, the sand and sky and stone, were unlike the elementals you summoned. You came to understand that difference fully and intimately. It was as profound—or so you assumed—as the difference between mundane flame and hellfire, as between the air of Paradise Above and the air you breathed… And the peculiar ‘air’ of the elemental plane which bore its name, not true oxygen but something alien. The True Fey were like this, too, but those who dwelled in the world—or just outside it, adjacent, a half-step to the left—were closer, an enmeshing of material and of immaterial,. As the spriggan who held court on Old Maple Hill was scarred and marked by the vandalism of his sacred tree, so too was each ‘elemental’ fey tied to the conditions of the world… Half-in and half-out, as you were with the Tower and the Court, the worlds of man and of elf.
And if you could infuse a being with those alien elements of the outer planes… Well, it was comparative child’s play to attune and infuse a body—your body in particular—to an 'element' which was already part of your fundamental nature.
>Leveled up: Feycraft>Unlocked: Free Movement>>You can assume a semi-tangible form akin to a true fey, transforming your body for an extended time into a form made of mystical matter and slipping just outside of regular materiality, adapted contextually to your environment and immune to the elements in question and to mundane weaponry—except for cold ironThe first time you slipped into your new form, you didn’t even realize you’d done it. It was winter, and you were on the waterfront, near a rough-hewn old maritime keep overlooking the stones and splashing see. Your mind was drift half -and half-out of the world, as you pulled your robes tight against the cold… Until, so distracted were you, that you simply ceased to feel it. When you returned to yourself, your body was crystalline and clear, touched by air and by the water and one with them. The stone beneath your feet WAS your feet, and the distant sun—the province of your deific ancestors—was your own burning hear within, shining through you.
It was ironic: you had, in many ways, become what Izirina hoped to BE… And yet, you couldn’t share it with her. Not yet. You couldn’t teach HER to become what you could now become, because of what it entailed: it was a transmutation of your own life essence, made possible by your feytouched blood… And she was no fairy-child, not even fully human, her life energies tainted by a dark infiltration into her body and soul and with feycraft closed to her.
But she was Izzy. She was driven. She would find a way…
If you shared this with her.
What did you do?
>Shared your secret, and told Izzy of the new spell>Kept it hidden, to protect Izzy from her obsession 