Mine!

 Weaver wasn't at all certain what was riling up the bright energy that had become a fixture in the Guild over the last little while. But riled it definitely was … prowling the shop unhappily and shooting static sparks off anyone it bumped against as it did so. She could tell who was energetically sensitive by how they reacted when the mild electrical zap came. 

The ones with more than mundane skill sets tended to look about curiously for the source of the energy jolt, usually as a result of having had it distractedly brush up against them and inadvertently captured a stray electron or two from each. The truly clueless who navigate their lives deaf, blind and dumb to the wonders that were possible, simply startled and then settled back into their humdrum lives with barely a ripple to their days. 

Each pass around the shop, Spark grew more irritated … it’s energy signature becoming both wilder and stronger. It’s incorporeal tail lashed angrily and it’s nonexistent whiskers vibrated with the power of absolute outrage. A scent trail, very faint but distinct, was triggering a memory of fell things in the night from when it had been very small and newly fledged.  Dark and dangerous things belonged to that scent, things which rendered hunting grounds unsafe for small things … if the scent was there, then they would be near as well.

It did not like the thought of THIS hunting ground being made unsafe. 

~ Ams protek 

Never before had bright Spark felt the need to stake a territory for itself. Opportunistic hunters and scavengers, it’s kind on that side were required by the scarcity of prey to maintain a fairly nomadic lives. A new emotion to any it had experienced previously stirred in its thoughts. This was ITS hunting ground and, while the mud things that existed here could neither harm nor help it, they were a fertile source of creative energy. It had grown stronger while it had been feeding here, chasing down the echoes of imagination that lingered after groups of the slow things spent time in camaraderie.

~ Ams defen

A low, electrical buzzing filled the Guild as Spark began to growl. Starting its third circuit around the larger space of the shop proper, it kept its focus upon the doorway into the Parlour from which the scent trail emanated. Dropping into a low crouch, it began a cautious predatory approach which started as a tentative tiptoeing and shifted to a determined run towards the doorway. Having crossed the place where the scents changed and the air sparked a few times now, it knew that its best chance lay in gaining speed quickly so that it could punch cleanly through the Veil. 

It didn’t count on Weaver crossing the threshold, exiting the Parlour at the instant it crossed to enter. In that moment, for no more than the length of a very human heartbeat, their energies merged and both cried out in shock at the less than subtle connection. 

Then it was past, leaving the woman on her knees gasping and trying to understand what had just happened. Climbing unsteadily to her feet, she turned to look back into the Parlour in obvious confusion but no answers presented themselves. Shivering uncontrollably, she shook her head to acknowledge the strangeness of what had just happened and wandered off in search of a cup of tea with which to steady herself.