The Heart Flies Like Wings On the Wind [Ulv]

Ulv's antics did elicit more of a response from the quincy, and got her laughing to go along with her barely restrained grin. She almost admitted that the eccentric woman would be her first choice for a wedding dress, but the thought itself gave her pause. A wedding... Marrying Vicky? It was much.... Much, much too soon to be thinking about that.

"Huh," she wondered aloud as she stepped into the home. "So, zat is zee feeling in zee city?" Sylvia could only guess, but the strange sense of... being alive that she got from the city itself was the only thing she'd ever noticed, and it was awful similar to Ulv's own presence. She had always thought Ulv was just that powerful.

However, back to the topic at hand:

"Ein dire volf to protect me after Letzt Stil vould be wunderbar." She turned to face Ulv from further in the room. "How vould feelings help me to fight, zough?"

"Zee absolute best zey can be?" Sylvia repeated Ulv's words under her won breath. Pieces she hadn't thought to compare were falling into place, and all of a sudden, she realized why she had felt so sure of herself that night. Of course, it was Ulv's doing, and not just the alcohol.

Not that she was angry about the fact...

Still thinking, she took a seat as was told, and breathed. It had to be intentional just how... much of the woman she could see from where she was. However, she didn't get riled up, as usual. She had come to terms with these feelings, though Ulv's blatant disregard for modesty did bring a pale pink to her cheeks.

"Desire, huh?" The slightest of a smirk crossed her lips while she closed her eyes, and the quincy tried to think of an answer to Ulv's request. What was it that she desired? A certain face came to mind, and made her smile again, but that was neither here nor there. She brushed that thought aside, and came to another image rather quickly.

Well, not so much an image as a feeling; she imagined the friends she had made since her first meeting with Ulv, and beyond them, the Vandenreich itself. Beyond that was the world. Even deeper, however, she found the memory that drove her to protect these things. She saw it again; the battle that took her life from her, and nearly killed her.

Sylvia frowned when she remembered herself, and her friends, frozen in fear and shock as the monster tore them apart. Moisture gathered in the corners of her eyes, which she wiped away with her hand.

She didn't want anyone else to experience that kind of fear and dread ever again.

"I... I'fe got it." Her voice croaked, just a little, but she wasn't backing out of this. She had... She was more than that memory. It couldn't defeat her again.

Sylvia breathed again, and listened closely to Ulv's instructions from behind her closed eyes. She imagined every person she had come to know and love, and all those before them. Her family was there. Childhood friends. The members of the Vandenreich. Even several citizens of the very Harbour stood there in the ever expanding plain of her mind's eye.

Ulv was there, too, of course.

She visibly relaxed under the comforting weight of the redhead's power, and a soft sigh parted her lips. How long did it take for her to envision all it was she loved and wished to protect? She hadn't bothered to keep track of the time.

At last, she had placed everyone who had ever meant anything to her on that plain, and a soft grin crossed her face. As she held on to the feelings she had uncovered, a large pillar sprouted from the ground in the very center of that plain. It reached up, higher and higher, and took Sylvia with it until she could see all the world around her, and all those she wished to see made safe and comfortable.

It reached out in every direction, and she could see now that this pillar was like a tree, offering its power as shade and shelter from all in the world that would do harm to those underneath.

Bereft of the magnitude of her own spiritual power to match that of Ulv's, Sylvia's will had drawn in the reishi of the room around them both. The invisible energy warmed and almost glowed in the air, and in a meeting of souls, returned the comforting embrace she had been given by the other woman's reiatsu.

The Quincy raised her hand without care or thought, and between her outstretched fingers, she did give manifest to all the feelings and emotions welling up within her breast. The tree was brought to this world, in the form of a long pole of birch, and a head of fibers and herbs.

Sylvia opened her eyes, and beheld the broomstick in her hand. It wasn't quite the dire wolf Ulv had managed to create, but her expression was one far from confusion. She smiled, sweetly and warmly, and stood before slowly lowering herself into the lowered semi-circle on the body of the broom. Sitting side-saddle on her creation, she floated gingerly off the ground and several inches above.

She couldn't help the light giggling that began to come from her, filled with joy and mirth.