Philomel Fight Club {Closed}

[Philomel]

Without having discovered recently that much patience in herself Philomel listened to every word. As first Nevin, then at length, the man 'Sketch' spoke, she found herself enraptured in a world of beings that were otherwise unknown to her. Slowly her eyes shone, and her lips curled in the corners as they told them their lives, and their connection to Stare, because these new things were entirely brilliant and beautiful.

That was until Sketch decided to summon a fat, ugly dwarf on the gorgeous blankets that made their sitting area. A dwarf who looked sour, then shrieked and ran right for the mast. Holding it on for dear life the strange dwarf with the odd temperament began to shake.

Philomel's brows rose to the top of her head. Slowly she raised a hand and the gatherings of dust and dirt around them begin to shiver, tingle ... And then rice. Smoothly and practised, they swarmed together, dodging past head and heart at her command, not getting any bigger than flakes of dirt from their jackets. It was the sea after all. Instead the particles were all tiny and as she began to construct the statue before them.

Fweumph. And she had made a dwarf shaped ghostly shroud of lose dirt. A near copy of Grumpy, but unmoving. His eyes were dead, his essence was made of the scraps of earth that falls into the sides of boats, the minor ends of gumpowder and the clumps of dirt from landlubber's boots.

For a single second that had held - then it had slumped as the magic and the gravity that was no longer there so ...

"Not as impressive I know. But it's just part of what I do," she smiled. "Your ... Grym is very fine." She smiled at the dwarf for a moment and nodded to herself.

"Wonderfully fine. I can teach you how to fight with them if you like. Veridian and I fight as a pair, and I have other friends.,," Then she looked at Nevin. "And you want to know how to fight with a whip." She grinned.

"Though the complete practise in these simple steps is key, you can learn what you want. The simple steps you do with Glenda now are for footwork, for art, and for getting your body into shape. You learn them, you learn the base from which everything else is built."

"But after that ... I can help. Are you prepared to spend the time and effort that it will cost?" She sat up a little straighter, looking them directly in the eye, first Nevin and then Sketch. "Because it will not be easy."