The black cat stepped out from her cave and stood in the light. She bathed in the light. She reveled in the light. The blue light, the Spire's light, the light of pure magic, chaos, death, and life. Her eyes stared unseeing, her mind barely awake. She stepped forward lightly, eyes shifting in and out of focus as she got closer and closer to the great source of energy. The magic, though, the magic was too strong and it stung at her skin, it caused her hairs to bristle, her ears and whiskers twitched, a shiver went down her spine.

Her mouth opened and she let out a strange sound, somewhere between a hiss and a purr. "Darkness...beyond...darkness..." She began as she reached forward, almost longingly, but she couldn't get closer. So, instead, she began to dance, as well as a cat could dance, around the base of the crystal. A strange motion of steps, her tail following suit, a behavior never seen in any creature before.

After a number of steps, Wilder stopped and looked back at the Spire. She tottered quite ungracefully on the spot for a moment before she steadied herself. But it was a stretch to say that she was doing anything. It was like her body was being animated by some force other then her own mind. "The blue light..." she whispered, and all around her, blue flames erupted into existence, as if they had waited for her command.

She sighed and closed her eyes, for a moment basking in the light of the Spire and of her wisps, before she began to step again, gracefully trotting, hopping, moving her feet in a mesmerizing fashion as she danced among magic, as she danced among the blue light. "of magic flows," she finished her line with a gentle sigh.

She murmured softly, humming her song as she continued to dance strangely, unconscious. Her eyes rolled as she came to her next step and her eyes closed for a second. More magic pulsed from her body, resonating strangely with the magic of the Spire. "Buried in the stream of life," she whispered. Around her, pebbles and dust began to rise, creating a strange aura of dust, rocks, and fire around her. She held this for a moment before she began to dance again, humming and singing, feet delicately stepping along the light-bathed rocks.

And beyond the Spire continued to glow, most likely oblivious to the strange ritual going on below. Or perhaps something watched her. It did not mean anything to Wilder, for nothing went through her head besides the magic and the motion.

She stepped further, humming along and stopping every so often. The aura of dust and rocks eventually fell away while the pink and blue wisps continued to follow alongside her. All of a sudden, she stopped moving and stared again at the Spire. Her mind was waking up, it was pushing itself further and her eyes flickered. "N̸̮̪̒̆ǫ̷̱͖̾̔̃..." she gasped. The wisps disappeared and she felt the magic throng around her, pushing against her as if there were too many creatures filling this wide open space.

But then, as if to remedy this sudden problem to her little ritual, magic once again wreathed around her body, slowing the pressuring magic around her and returning her to a calmed state again. Her eyes glassed again and she stared again at the blue spire, as if nothing had happened. "It's where your power grows." And she stepped off again, the whole ordeal already behind her.

Wilder continued to dance, no longer speaking, humming and purring in the light of the Spire, completely unaware of anything she was doing. She wasn't really doing anything, however...simply a cat, a crazy, mindless kitten, walking and dancing around the center of magic.

Time slowed once against around her and, as it did, something stirred in her head, as if she was waking up from a vivid dream. She blinked, the blankness disappearing from her eyes for a second, only to have her facing the great blue crystal. Conscious, now, she realized that she was here, back here, exactly where she shouldn't be. Hadn't she been trying to avoid this?

She quickly turned away, breathing heavily as she tried to remember what she had been doing. But there was nothing to remember. She shook her head, trying to clear the fog and scampered away, this time keeping her eyes firmly shut so she didn't look back.

*exit