A pushing-apart gesture, one hand pressing in toward his chest and the other sweeping outward through the airspace nominally occupied by the caverns, indicates a separation between him and the others. He pauses again, considering, and then shrugs and shakes his head; perhaps the details of this separation are not something he feels he can get across in mime.
Its results, however, are.
He traces a circle around his neck, two more around each wrist, draws lines through the air from each of these: chains. In a few quick gestures he bundles up the imaginary chains and shoves them into the depths of the imaginary mountain, drawing a long twisting pathway in the air-representing-stone to indicate the remoteness of the place where he was kept. His hands clap together firmly around his prison and squeeze, sealing his imaginary self inside.
Then he takes a half-step back and opens his hands. This chapter of the story is over.
He folds his wings tightly, tucks his tail against one leg, scrubs his hands through his hair until it hides the short arcs of his horns: he is playing the part of someone without any of these things. Someone shorter, too, or perhaps the way he hunches is meant to denote furtive concealment. His hands sketch a coil of rope in the air, knot it into a noose, and then fling it over the statue's neck and pull it tight. Another bundling-up gesture, and Tialle is tucked into the depths of the mountain.
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Date: 2013-04-09 12:16 am (UTC)A pushing-apart gesture, one hand pressing in toward his chest and the other sweeping outward through the airspace nominally occupied by the caverns, indicates a separation between him and the others. He pauses again, considering, and then shrugs and shakes his head; perhaps the details of this separation are not something he feels he can get across in mime.
Its results, however, are.
He traces a circle around his neck, two more around each wrist, draws lines through the air from each of these: chains. In a few quick gestures he bundles up the imaginary chains and shoves them into the depths of the imaginary mountain, drawing a long twisting pathway in the air-representing-stone to indicate the remoteness of the place where he was kept. His hands clap together firmly around his prison and squeeze, sealing his imaginary self inside.
Then he takes a half-step back and opens his hands. This chapter of the story is over.
He folds his wings tightly, tucks his tail against one leg, scrubs his hands through his hair until it hides the short arcs of his horns: he is playing the part of someone without any of these things. Someone shorter, too, or perhaps the way he hunches is meant to denote furtive concealment. His hands sketch a coil of rope in the air, knot it into a noose, and then fling it over the statue's neck and pull it tight. Another bundling-up gesture, and Tialle is tucked into the depths of the mountain.