Molly felt, for those terrible and glorious seconds, a union of sorts. A blending along a connection she had somehow formed with Tara and had not recognized it. It was not physical, like much of Molly's reaction had been. But the brightness and awareness of two souls touching.
Tara's soul was young, fresh, and brilliant with love and a kind of grounded serenity that usually only came from age, or suffering. But it was also a thick, heavy thing, not in any way bad, but so different in 'texture' from that of the Sidhe.
Molly could sense a fluttering awareness of some of herself... and another.... flavoring that contact. Not Tara's own, but an afterimage temporarily burned there.
Surrounded by the darkness, not quite conscious, Molly was able to realize why Tara's Magic was misfiring. It hadn't been just the strength of it. It had been because part of it had been Molly's.
Iron, any ferrous metal had a way of warping, twisting the magic of the Sidhe. Some elves had learned exactly how this worked so they could send a levan blast backward and hit an enemy in front of them as it arced drawn by the death metal. But draw it the iron would.
Within the walls of this bunker were steel girders, struts and supports.
It was a miracle Tara had not burnt out, or that the magic had not warped into anything truly dangerous.
But there was still something wrong. Molly had felt it so briefly. Something the non-human source of the magic coudl not explain.
Laying on the floor of the room, imperceptibly glowing under the overhead lights, Molly was lost totally to the darkness of unconsciousness. And thus, unaware that her hair formed a curling copper halo about her head, and revealed one delicately pointed ear.
(OOC: Lucky May found her. If Rodney had he might think she is somehow related to Sheppard. ::snerk::))
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[Molly] Oh crap... (tag May, Tara, psychics, open)
Date: 2006-08-26 11:04 pm (UTC)Tara's soul was young, fresh, and brilliant with love and a kind of grounded serenity that usually only came from age, or suffering. But it was also a thick, heavy thing, not in any way bad, but so different in 'texture' from that of the Sidhe.
Molly could sense a fluttering awareness of some of herself... and another.... flavoring that contact. Not Tara's own, but an afterimage temporarily burned there.
Surrounded by the darkness, not quite conscious, Molly was able to realize why Tara's Magic was misfiring. It hadn't been just the strength of it. It had been because part of it had been Molly's.
Iron, any ferrous metal had a way of warping, twisting the magic of the Sidhe. Some elves had learned exactly how this worked so they could send a levan blast backward and hit an enemy in front of them as it arced drawn by the death metal. But draw it the iron would.
Within the walls of this bunker were steel girders, struts and supports.
It was a miracle Tara had not burnt out, or that the magic had not warped into anything truly dangerous.
But there was still something wrong. Molly had felt it so briefly. Something the non-human source of the magic coudl not explain.
Laying on the floor of the room, imperceptibly glowing under the overhead lights, Molly was lost totally to the darkness of unconsciousness. And thus, unaware that her hair formed a curling copper halo about her head, and revealed one delicately pointed ear.
(OOC: Lucky May found her. If Rodney had he might think she is somehow related to Sheppard. ::snerk::))