The Dark Realmz
IC Central [RPG ONLY] => "Ayenee Nexus: Where Imagination Knows No Bounds => RP Archives 2005-2019 => Topic started by: MirrorTornBeauty on January 16, 2008, 04:30:16 AM
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He offered for her to sit in a seat. She shook her head, she didn't want to get the furniture dirty. Soon footsteps were coming 'click click click' he would be an easy target to spot if she ever needed aid. She was told his name, then lifted to her feet. The stranger asked her to join him for dinner afterwards, iddly her hand touched her coin purse, she couldn't afford to pay him back... but she was taken off before she could answer. Suppose it was expected.
Pensworth was leading her, she counted the steps, and memorized every turn they took. He tried to make conversation with her as they walked. Spoke of being a guest, and being the newest one... they had many guests. He spoke the strangers name. "I only met him today. I was in the bakery... I'm new to this land. I'm a nomad by trade, a traveller. I don't have a place I call 'home' anymore."
Lord Validrir... she felt foolish, not guessing he was a Lord or a King. She should have guessed, after all those were her kind before unfortunate events had cursed her. So he liked to have guests... she wondered if they were down on their luck girls as well... pretty with broken smiles, easily taken advantage of. She shouldn't think of such things but she does. She was led into a room. He asked if she needed anything else. "Yes, please... could you run the shower and bath? That would be lovely." He nodded and off he walked. She paid close attention, listening to where his steps led him. Soon the rush of water was heard. 'Anything else, Ma'am?' "I hate to ask, but if you could... please light a candle on each side of the bed... and one on the vanity... and put a hanging lantern with a lit candle on the door? And leave me some candles as well, with some matches.. please?" She paused and handed him the bag from the bakery, "And could you put my tart in the icebox? I hope to eat it later... Thank you." He would agree to and off he went down the hall to gather the items.
She stepped around the room, following where his steps had been the first time. She entered the bathroom and felt the warm steam coming from the shower. She began to remove her clothing, dropped the dirty dress to the ground. She placed her coin purse on top of her rags, and another pouch she had under her dress and placed it next to the other. She began to unfasten leather belts from her upper thighs, they held small throwing knives... and upon the other one, held a stiletto dagger. She moved her hair to the side and removed the cleverly hidden glass katana on her back and placed it
against the wall. It was an enchanted weapon, very light, unbreakable blade, undetectable to the untrained eye and it made no sound.
She entered the shower and rinsed the dirt from her flesh. Soon she turned the water off and exited the shower. Careful steps towards the tub, full of warm water so it was easily seen by her. She stepped over the side and laid down into the water. It had been so long since she taken a warm bath. This was heaven. The water covered her flesh and dampened her hair. Hands felt for a cloth and soap. She began to wash silky skin, all the while she hummed an old song she learned when she was a child. Her voice was beautiful, the Sirens' voices could not even rival hers.
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Soap lathered against her flawless skin, the dirt was being removed from her flesh, leaving it a clean peachy colour. She felt around in the water for the plug, pulled it and waited for the water to drain before refilling the tub with clean water once more. She turned the water off and sat back in the large tub. She untied the black cloth from her eyes slowly. She washed her long hair, it covered her back completely; she rinsed it and pulled it into a knot on top of her head. Clean digits felt around her face and her "eyes." She could feel the dried blood, the scabs, the area around her eyes would never scar, it was made that way... so she had bleeding cuts so to say, only they just trickled. A devastated sigh escaped her lips. Her voice quieted for a bit, listened to see if someone was nearby... heard nothing. She picked up her voice again, humming... prepared herself for the task at hand.
She took in a deep breath as she dipped the cloth into the water. She reached, turned the water on hot, let it trickle slowly. Hand rung the cloth, placed it under the running water, rung it again. Cloth brought to her face, she could feel the steam coming from it, and she began to clean her orbit area; dried blood coming off, scabs being scrapped from her flesh. Bloody cloth placed under hot water, rung out, began removing dried blood from her face. Her humming had quieted, choking back cries. Fingers moved to her eye area again and felt around for dried blood, only fresh crimson was felt. She pulled the cord, drained the tub. Cloth was rinsed and placed over her eyes area to slow the blood down. She tried to rinse it again, although she didn't know what colour it was and was hoping her blood would be hidden. Grabbing a clean cloth she stood up as she turned the water off.
Hand in front of her, water rolling off her flesh, around her soft curves, leaving puddles on the hard floor. She felt for a sink and finding it, turned on the cold water. She ran the cloth under it, dampening the whole thing with ice water. She folded the cloth and held it to her eyes, cooling them, calming them. She backed up, feeling the wall for a towel, and finding one took it in her other hand, wrapping her body with it as she let her hand guide her to the door and finally to the bed. She sat down, and under her she felt clothing of some sort. Pensworth must have put it there. She dried her body off and stood up, the towel dropping to the ground. Hand felt, to see if there was a new cloth for her blindfold and to her delight there was. She quickly placed the washcloth down and tied the blindfold over her eyes, wishing she had some more ointment to place over her eyes to stop the bleeding more so. Katrina reached for the clothing, a bodice top, had her breasts been so un haltered that it offended them? She chuckled to herself. Placing it down, she grabbed up the skirt first, pulling it on. It fit like a glove around her waist, black in colour and ruffled out in an elegant gothic way, the under layer was a deep crimson colour; she lifted the front of the first layer, and tied it up in the front to show off the second layer. (No... she can't tell what colour it is, but she knows how to dress herself, folks) The shoulderless bodice tied in the front, lucky for her. She tightened it, forming it to her body, breasts pushing together to form wonderful cleavage. She let her fingers fall down the matching crimson and black top, feeling the beading and embroidery that it decorated it. "This must be very expensive... I don't have the money for this... perhaps he will allow me to work for him. Or at the bakery!" her mouth watered again, she really needed to stop doing that.
She looked around the room, how delightful, the candles were in place. She moved with ease to the vanity and sat down. Hand searched for a brush, which she found and brushed through her hair, leaving it down that would form into slightly wavy hair when it dried. She stood, walked to the bed and felt for the candles, for matches. She walked to the bathroom door, placed two candles on either side of the doorway, light each one; she entered the room, she placed three candles on the tub, one on the sink, two by the shower and one on each side of the toilet and light them all. She returned to her pile of clothing, grabbed up her pouches and weapons and returned to the vanity. Sitting down, she organized the brush and her pouches, knives, stiletto, belts and katana on the table top. She thought better of it, and tied the leather belt with the throwing knives onto her upper thigh. Opening a pouch she pulled from it a necklace, three strands of black pearls with a sapphire diamond pendant (oval in shape, 1.5" in height and 1" width) which was surrounded by white diamonds (about 1/4 carat each in size, triangle in shape), in the middle. She clasped it around her slender neck, the pendant fit perfectly in the nook of her neck where her collarbones left a space. She would now sit and wait for Pensworth to return for her, perhaps he was looking for shoes for her.
((Sorry for the double post... I was BORED and insomnia sucks.))
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"No sir, I do not believe she has any idea at all who you are. I even mentioned your name and she didn't seem to recognize it. Although, she did say she was new in the land." Pensworth told Lord Validrir. They were in the library, a cavernous room that was lined with book shelves at least twenty feet tall. The room was floored in a thick red carpet with gold embroidery. High backed arm chairs and large sofas dotted the room. Each set of furniture had a small table of cherry wood. Validrir was up on a book shelf ladder, lookin through one of the higher shelves.
"Pensworth, every one on the planet knows my name, She is either a good actress, or..." He stopped and looked toward the far end of the room. there was a large fireplace there, flanked by two dark marble griffins. He stared into the fire place, which stood empty for it was a warm day. Finally his thoughts were concluded and he spoke again. "Or she is not of this realm. And if that is the case, she may be of great intrest." He turned back to the book shelf and with drew a large leather bound tome. Climbing down the ladder he went to the nearest table and set it there carefully.
"What is that?" Pensworth asked. Validrir began to skim the pages, looking for somthing.
"This is a record of all we know about demonic relics, customs, and even the demons themselves. An amulet was found in some ruins to the south, and the wizards think it demon made. And what's more, it burned me when I touched it. They'll be reporting to me soon." Validrir looked up and thought. "It will soon be dinner time, go and fetch the young lady, I should like to speak with her." Pensworth bowed and headed for the door.
"Yes my lord." He said as he left. He found next to the stairs a pair of slippers he had asked one of the maids to get for him. They were black with gold lace, and made with velvet. The young lady would like these he thought. And with that he went up the stairs to get her.
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Katrina sat quietly, taking in all the noises from the building she was in. -click click click - at a smooth steady pace: Pensworth. He entered the room, "Hello M'lady, nice bath?" he was too proper for her liking, she left that lifestyle long ago (and back then M'lady would have been an insult to her).
"Please call me Silver..." she had grown into that name, although she preferred her real name because it gave her back some dignity.
A gentle nod of the head coming from the butler as he took a kneel in front of her. "I have brought shoes for you to wear."
She liked shoes, least she always did when she was royalty. Now she walked barefoot, trying to feel her way around the world, but for dinner she knew it was proper attire. She lifted a sculpted leg, foot held up for him as he slipped on soft shoes, they fit almost too perfectly as if a God had made it just for her... actually the whole outfit felt that way. "You must have dressed many a women to know their size without measurement."
A gentle chuckle came from him as he gently helped her up. She took his arm and he led her down the stairs, her other hand trickling along the railing. She listened to his breathing, counted steps and turns, felt the warmth that escaped his body. Soon they came to a halt. He left her side. She watched a heated figure move to her front and made the motion of moving a chair out. She followed his steps and moved to his front, fingers touching along the cushion on the seat. Slowly she took a seat and was pushed in. "He will be just a moment longer."
She nodded up at the man and heard his noisy exit. She looked up, saw the small balls of light from light candles on the table. Hand in front of her, feeling for a place setting. Silently she counted the forks, the knives, spoons and cups in front of her. After it was felt she knew where everything was, she gently folded her hands together and placed them in her lap, ankles crossing beneath the table. She sat (and looked) like royalty once again, a princess that couldn't see the riches in front of her.
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Lord Validrir closed the book after finding nothing on the amulet. There were, of course, other books to look through, but he would do that later. He stood and left the library, walking to the dining room. As he walked, his robes seemed to melt and loose form. they then reformed into a long white coat, with white pants, shoes, and a gold vest. He entered the dining room and saw the young woman there waiting for him. Rather than taking his usual place at the head of the table, he sat down near to the girl. "I am sorry to have kept you waiting. I was researching on the artifact that the wizards found." He took his napkin and placed it in his lap as the cooks came out with the food. " I hope you like grilled chicken, or we have some rather delicious salad, or seasoned potatoes. Just tell them what you would like." He motioned for the cooks to place a portion of all three on his plate. "I never caught your name." He said suddenly. "May I ask who you are and where you come from.?"
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Waiting, she finally heard the footsteps of a male coming her way. Head lifted up to see a figure with a curious aura around him, it was the stranger. He sat across from her, explained that he was researching an artifact. She nodded "Knowledge is a splendid thing, one can never have too much of it," her words were sincere and yet inside she felt it ironic, for eternal life brings limitless knowledge but one grows tired; and then there were her eyes, "It can be found in many forms. Did you find anything of interest?"
He mentioned what they were having for dinner, she was more then pleased to what they would be eating, then again she hadn't eaten a hot meal in some time. The servers came, she could see the orange figures moving and carrying plates of warm food. The smell was a wondrous thing to her, her mouth watered with anticipation. She almost spoke out of place, instead she moved her fingers to her necklace and listened to his voice. He wanted all of the objects they offered for dinner, then would ask about her. Oh if she could shot a look at the Lord she would have, her mouth turned down in the corners of her mouth. All she wanted to do was indulge herself in the food that was so close to her! The server came by, Katrina ordered all three things, although she wouldn't touch the salad until the end for she lived on nuts and berries and to have some meat and starch vegetables was just glorious. "Thank you kindly..."
She picked up a fork and knife, followed the scents upon her plate and tongs pricked the soft end of a piece of potato, placing it in her mouth she slowly chewed, a smile began to form. She would have ignored him and continued to eat, but she thought she might as well not be rude to the kind stranger. "I am known to many as Silver." She began to gently cut through the chicken, her slices were precise, perfect, almost like a surgeon; her fingers held the knife and fork with such an elegance that she couldn't have just been a commoner. Piece of chicken in her mouth, "This is wonderful... but seems bit of a bland meal for a Lord. I would have thought lamb and figs, things of that nature." Food still being put in her mouth, she chewed like a lady and swallowed before she would speak. She had a habit of speaking out of turn sometimes, she was happy to actually have another person in her presence. "I am a nomad, all I do is travel. Walking from place to place. I am no one of importance." She was the ruler of a land by birth, but has left that behind. It has been hundreds of years since she had returned to it. The witch placed a curse upon the land, much like the tale of Sleeping Beauty, her kingdom slept, but there was no cure for the curse. "I am from a place long forgotten. I have been on many ships and walked for a very long time. I tend to follow bodies of water, that way I always have something to drink and possibly catch fish for food." Her head turned up, "And you? What is your story, m'Lord?" She started in on her salad.
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Validrir smiled at her thoughts on the meal. "I suppose it is a bit bland, but I do appriciate the simplicities in life. Such as a good piece of chicken." He said it good naturedly, her comment had not upset him. She stated that she was called Silver, by all acounts a very pretty name. She cut her food and ate with such percision, that Validrir doubted that she had always been a nomad. She asked about his past as she began to eat her salad. He sat back and thought, he could keep her in the dark if he wished, and not reveal his true identity. However, that would be lying, which he did not take to well. Besides, so far, she had ot seemed to answer him very truthfully, maybe apon knowing his true self, she would open up. "I was born," he began, "in a kingdom, very far from here. I, at a very young age, decided to devote my life to the gods, and thus became a paladin. I trained every day, untill I was a great warrior. I even learned to use magic from a great wizard." He paused and chose his words carefully before going on. "This part of the story gets a little unbelievabe, but it is true. One day, while I prayed, the god Talingue came to me. He spoke of a realm in great peril, and that it needed my help. I was commanded to muster up armies, and so I did. We were then taken to the realm by Talingue. I will never forget that desolate and terrible place. It was ruled by the demon lord of Ire, or wrath, as it were. The people were tortured and misused greatly by their demonic masters." His eyes were distant with memory as he went on. "I attacked and wrought a terrible destruction apon the demons, and after much toil and war, they were vanquished. The demon lord escaped, however, to another realm. That realm was free, and for my efforts I was gifted lordship over it. That realm is now known as Calgoa, this realm." He turned to look at silver. "That was over four thousand years ago. I was made a god, that I might rule this land for all time." He then added in a very serious tone. "And this god, can tell that you have not been very truthful. So tell me again where you come from."
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She placed the fork down, listening to his story. She sat back in her seat, she just watched his movements and listened for any wavers in his voice. When she found none and he told her that he knew she wasn't quite truthful she let out a sigh. "I thought your aura was a bit off. You have to know why I can't tell the whole truth, always to protect myself." She lifted up her skirt removed the leather belt with the knives strapped to it and placed it upon the table. "I suppose that these wouldn't do any good against you if you were to attack me." Her fingers idly played with the pendant around her neck. "I am from a royal bloodline. The only living of my fallen kingdom. It is placed under an unbreakable curse, my subjects and always jealous mother, are in eternal slumber. My father died and reached the better kingdom before it all happened..." she hated telling the story, didn't want any one to know her past, but how can you truly lie to a god?
If she could have cried she would have tears forming in her eyes. She felt the band slip and she immediately bowed her head, hands reaching behind her as she caught it and retied it to cover her eyes. She looked back up at the man in front of her, didn't really want to go on. Slender arm reached for the glass of water in front of her, she brought it up to perfect pink lips and took a sip, as she placed it down she felt the trickle of crimson fall from her right eye and escape the black band. Quick movements, the speed of an elf, to place the glass on the table and wiped the blood from falling too far down her cheek. The blood would smear across her flesh, but she had hoped she had gotten it all. She kept her head turned down a bit as she tried to change the subject, "why have you taken a intrest in me?"
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Validrir looked at her with a very sad expression. He understood now, why she had not been truthful, her past was a bad one. She asked him why he had taken a intrest in her.
"Because," he said, "I do not make a point of showing my subjects that it is fine to mistreat someone for their apperance, or any reason for that matter. And besides, you looked like you needed some kindness." He tooka sip of water ans thought. "This land of yours, there is no way to free it of this curse? What did the person who did this say, exactly?"
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He answered her question. Her cheeks grew hot from anger. "So it is pity kindness? Dear Sir, I do not need pity. I am in no need for it, I can survive. I have done it for hundreds of years, the soul grows weary but the spirit never dies." He probably didn't mean it like that but she was on the defense. She pushed her food away slightly, in no mood for it any longer. He changed the subject quite quickly, asked about her land and the curse upon it. "Evil ugly hag, or so I thought. Most powerful enchantress witch, she was. She punished me and my people, fitting for the cruel ruler I was. No one was good enough for my presence so now everyone is in eternal slumber... leaving me alone in a quiet kingdom. I had to learn to accept others, rather find others to accept me. So I am cursed with a beauitful nightmare to feel the pain I showed others." She sighed, "I wouldn't change this nightmare."
She picked up the knived belt from the table, replaced it on her high thigh, skirt pulled down. She looked up at the man, blood stained cheek showing to him. "Lord Validrir..." she had repeated his name back to him slowly, each syllabol rolling off her tongue was deliciously tantalizing; he would have heard no other being say his name as perfect as she did, her tone was almost seductive. "A form of Valtteri, the Finnish form of Walter which means 'ruler of the army.' Your name fits your past well, seems your future was designed after your name." She had calmed her anger down, waited for him to say something else, to do something.
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She would not change her fate, that is what she had basically said. Validrir knew that lessons sometimes had to be learned the hard way, but to punished for eternity, that was a fate befitting of only the very few. She complimented his name and fell silent, waiting fr his response.
"There is a difference, between pity and treating another with the respect that has been denied them for a long time. We all need some kindness from time to time, and I saw that you could use some." He let his words sink in as he thought about what he would say next. "What do you know about demonic objects?"
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She felt she had wiped the blood from her face, satisfied with it, for he didn't question her past anymore, or what happened to her eyes, or why they bleed. She wouldn't tell him either way. He asked about relics, like a princess would have been taught about things of that nature. And they didn't make books on runes or relics for the blind, and if they did they were so very rare. She didn't really know a lot about things that she couldn't see! "It depends on what it looks like, I suppose. I don't know of demon relics from personal experience, but I know of demons. My dear friend Phacia had a friend that was part demon. It is my understanding with a strong will, demons are not always what they seem... but most are evil." She smiled, took a sip of her water, "is there dessert?" a gentle chuckle coming from her. "Now, you being a God of some sort, you would say all demons are evil, yes? Don't judge by looks alone... because by looks, I should be evil. And, the only being to cause me pain was a witch, and you hang out with magical beings... how do I know they aren't the ones that cursed my land? Or the teachers of evil spells? You may think you know them, but if it is easy to hide royalty from the world, then why not evil?"
She leaned towards him. "Tell me about your life... where is your wife?"
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Validrir was taken aback. His wife? he had never married, but it would not be true to say he had never loved. In the span of only a seconed, his mind flew back to a time when he was but mortal. Her name was Clara, and she was beautiful. He had met her during one of his many travels and soon fell head over heals for her. She was but a simple milk maid, but that was of little importance to him. they spent much of their time together, but eventually he was called away by king and country. He was a valuable warrior and was required to accompany the king, of his home land, into one of many border disputes. He returned though, only to find that the old farm had been abandoned, raided by thieves. Clara had been kidnapped, abused in many unspeakable ways, and eventually killed. He withdrew from his thoughts and answerd Silver.
"I have never been lucky enough to marry. The one woman I love, is dead. Murdered, by a band of theives in my absence. There was nothing I could do." he stared off into nothingness as he spoke, a single tear forming and falling from his deep blue eyes. "I miss her terribly at times, but such is life, or death rather. The rest of my life has been rather happy though. I am surrounded by reasonably good people, and I speak with the high gods on a regular bases."
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She watched the man speak, his aura turned slightly, he was lost in his thoughts, memories. Gentle orange line fell from his eye and ran down his cheek, he had changed his voice, tried to hide sorrow. He spoke of his tale. "I apologise for making you cry from memories of old..." she truly was sorry for making this kind God sad. She pushed the chair away from the table, she turned sharply, remembered the steps that she took with Pensworth, looked for the winged beings and took off in a sprint, removing her shoes in a haste. Hands reached out for the door, she ignored what the guards would have said. She felt the doors and flung them open, exiting them promptley.
She stood outside of the door and screamed to the stars, even her scream of anger held beautiful elegance. She was very upset with herself, even in her state of cursed nightmare she still found a way to be cruel. It was unintentional, she knew this, but to make a God cry? She was truly damned. Her voice quieted, head hung low, "At least He loved once," not knowing if there was someone listening or not. She had walked this world for a long time, that was her curse, to walk the world alone without love. She was thinking of running away, but she didn't want to venture the stairs alone. She slumped into a kneel, head falling down, hair cascaded around her face. The moonlight bounced off her locks and off her peach skin, if she had wings, she would have been created in His vision. "I must go back in an apologise..."
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Pensworth
"Young lady, what ever is the matter?" Pensworth came around a near by hedge with a watering can in hand. He had been seeing to some of the plants that the gardener had not been able to get to that afternoon. He set the watering can down and came over to sit down beside her. "I have seen people get upset before, but what could have happened to make you so distraught?" His voice was benevolent and full of earnest worry, that that of a concerned grandparent.
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Lord Validrir
He was rather surprized when the young woman got up and ran out the door. He considered going after her, but it was plain that she had ran out of shame for invoking in him sad memories. He had not intended for her to become so upset. He sat back and sighed, but soon a thought came to him. How had she known that a tear had fallen from his eye? She was blind. It was obvious that he would have to look into this.
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She sat with her head low, just breathing slowly. Soon the familiar -click click click - of shoes against the marble ground and they quieted as he sat down next to her. She turned her head to look at Pensworth. "I've made your Lord cry..." she sighed gently, "I asked him of his wife, because silly me I thought he would have married, being a Lord and all... one would think He would have been married at least once, correct? But instead he went into his memories and a single tear fell down his face. I didn't mean to..."
She was distraught, knew she should return inside to apologize for her irrational behavior. She didn't quite know how to react in front of others. She wasn't one to strike up conversations with others, she preferred to be on her own... or was it out of habit? She didn't know any longer.
Slowly she stood up, Pensworth of course jumping to his feet to help her, whom she shrugged off. She could do it herself, she didn't need to be waited upon hand and foot. Only sometimes she needed help, like with stairs she needed help most of the time unless she was extremely familiar with them. She walked inside of the door and stopped in front of one of the angel guards. Delicate hand reached up and felt his armor, cold metal against her flesh, then she reached for his wings. She began petting them, loving the feel of them. "You better get used to that..." she idly wondered if they could take her for a flight. She continued to walk into the dining room and she stood, not moving to her seat but rather to Validrir. She took a kneel beside him, bowed her blood stained face to look at the ground, "I apologize for acting that way. There is no excuse. I have been out of touch with people and..." deep breath in "I apologize. I hope you will be able to find it within you to forgive me."
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Validrir watched as came and kneeled beside him, apologizing for making him cry. He stood immediatley and pulled her to her feet.
My lady, you have done nothing wrong. To have a perfect knowledge, one must know all things, even sorrow. I have been human once, I regret the loss of my dear Clara, but I do not regret that I had loved her, or that you asked about her. Strong emotions envoke tears somtimes, that is the way of things. You simply asked question, and how would we learn without asking a question or two. You needn't apologise to me for desiring knowledge of my life." Outside, the sky began swirl with a grey over cast. Clouds were forming and moving in. The weather was reflecting Validrir's mood and train of thought. He was troubled, not by what she had said, but by the fact that he didn't understand her, but he would in time.
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Strong hands picked her up. She listened to his words, look in what he said. He was glad that he had loved... but it was strange that he would talk to her about emotions. She was one that never really knew what they were, or how they felt. He spoke about not being human, which she understood completely. But her mind wandered to love, the emotion of it. She was no more then 27 by looks, but she had walked the world hundreds of years. She was blessed with eternal beauty and cursed with eternal life. She looked up at him, just thinking to herself.
She was glad she never loved, or that she didn't have many friends. How awful would it be to fall in love with someone only to watch them die... she was thankful she couldn't actually watch someone die as well. Why would you fall in love to spend only a short period of time with them? They would grow old and eventually die, while you were destined to stay alive without them. What a horrible thing!
She watched his aura swirl around inside of him. She cocked her head to the side, "what's wrong? Do you have something to do? If so... you can go, I will be fine by myself. I'm sure Pensworth will show me around, although it is getting late."
((ooc- I apologise. My computer erased a decent post I was typing so I got frustrated and wrote this quickie))
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"How would you know that I am in a hurry?" The question was sudden and asked with an air of suspicion. She seemed to have very keen insight into the world around her, the kind of insight that should have escaped a blind person. "Silver, how did you know a tear had fallen from my eye?"
(ooc: Validrir is not angry or even really suspicious of her, but he wants to understand her.)
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She stood at an attention when he asked the first question, she tried to cover her story. "Well you had said that someone found a demon relic in your town and you were doing research on it..." This would surely not fly, not to a God. Oh what she wouldn't do to have a normal being in front of her; it was easier to hide things from them. He asked another question, about the tear. She cursed herself from the inside for having mentioned seeing it... "Your voice waivered!" A slight shake of the head coming from him. A deep breath taken in by her. "Sit..." She watched him take a seat easily, while her hand would search until she found a chair and sat in it, facing him. "I can not see, I am blind. But when my true sight was taken away, I walked without any direction or insight to where I was going. It was a miracle that I didn't walk right off a cliff. I learned to follow scents, and my nose caught the smell of someone cooking. In my fortunate events, it was an elderly man who was also had no true vision, he had been blind since birth. I told him my story, and he took me under his wing. He taught me how to move using my other scents. Sense of smell, hearing, taste, touch... they all became much greater then I could have ever imagined. He taught me how to listen to pitches and tones in someone's voice." She paused, "Like for an instance, Pensworth is coming through the hall, I can tell it is him because of his walk..." she leaned closer to Validrir, "I can hear your heartbeat and the flow of blood moving through your veins."
She sat back. Her face turned up to look at Validrir, if she had eyes to be seen, she would be making eye contact with him. "Through time, he would test my skills, making sure I could master one thing before moving onto the next. He was almost what most people would call a Sensei... correct?" she shook her head, "Well, I soon found out that he could do much more then teach me to master everyday skills. He began teaching me to see what he could see. He told me to use my other senses to regain eyesight, of course only to an extent. If you have noticed, I can't find things that give off no temperature, such as the chair I had to find... but when I ate, I could find everything perfectly... for instance..." She reached up a hand, grabbed a glass of chilled water, "Cold..." she sat it down, finger pointed to the light candle "Hot..." she moved to hand to his hand and soft digits gently embraced his hand for a moment "Your hand..." she removed it back to her lap. "These things I can see, I only know that is your hand because I know the human body and where things should be. The glass I picked up, I only know it is cold, not what is in it... and the ball of warmth that is floating, I can only guess it is a light candle because small balls of warmth that float, it can only be a certain number of things." She gently chuckled at the thought of it being anything else on a dinner table. "I can also see auras. Which is helpful, so I can tell who is a regular being and who is a magic user and whether or not their mood is changing... This was all taught to me before he died of old age. And for hundreds of years I have walked alone, without a friend as he was. He was the closest person that I have ever had, and I miss him." She paused, "My real name isn't Silver. My only friend, Phacia, gave me the name 'Silver Naira' which means Silver Eyes. In due time perhaps you will learn of my real name, and why she calls me Silver."
She sat back in her chair, "Lord Validrir... I don't tell many my story, my secrets. Please don't mention it to anyone." A gently forced smiled coming from plump lips, "You may go, don't feel it necessary that you stay here."
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Validrir nodded as she asked him to keep her story secret.
"A person's past is their own buisness, I will not speak of yours to anyone." He stood and stretched. "My lady, I realize that you feel your fate is well deserved, and it might have been, once. But you must understand that eternal damnation is not a punishment befitting of those who may still change." He walked to the door and opened it. "It seems to me that you are not the self absorbed person you once were. You might think on that." He left her then to contimplate what he had said, besides the mages would comming soon. Pensworth stepped into the room soon after and cleared his throat.
"I have been instructed to escort you to any part of the tower you may wish to visit, with in reason that is. There are certain rooms that are off limits."
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She was sitting when he said his last words to her. Footsteps were made coming from him, as he left and closed the door. She waited patiently, waiting for his return. He hadn't said he was leaving and not returning. She sat in silence, brushed through her hair with fingers. -click click click- she turned to look at him. "Hello Pensworth." He stated he was to be guide throughout the tower. "But the Lord didn't say he was departing... he just... left." She thought to herself, how extremely rude this was. She couldn't very well have noticed facial expressions or any sign that he was leaving for the night. "Perhaps it comes from being a person of power..." she let out a sigh. "Yes. I would love to go to the kitchen and grab my tart!" she was almost giddy.
Pensworth offered his arm and together they walked. She was led into the kitchen, the smells and sound of the cooks at work. She was intoxicated. The workers would have seen no being as perfect as her anywhere but in stories. She nodded at them in greeting, a male asking her what she wanted "There was a tart broughten in today, in a paper bag. I would like to have it..." before she could get the word 'please' he was off to grab it. He handed it to her, tremblings hands shook the bag slightly. She smiled at him, digits grazed his face. "Thank you.." His temperature grew hot as he turned quickly to leave. She spun to look at Pensworth, smiling. "You must have a fountain somewhere, a garden? Let us go there and tell me stories about yourself, please." She would take his arm and follow him where ever he may lead her.
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Pensworth was taken aback. Someone asking about him? This was indeed a switch, but he was happy to accomidate her none the less. Together they walked out of the kitchen and out a back door. The garden was directly outside of the kitchen, as there were always fresh produce to be found growing there. It was large garden, and enclosed by walls. A vegitable garden and a spice garden filled the right hand corner of the garden, while a little further down, a fruit orchard grew. To the left were many exotic plants, mingled with some native ones. There where great roses, their flowers the size of chariot wheels. There where plants that curved and circled into loops and spirals, and at thier tips where small orb like white buds that glowed as a lantern does.
There where many others in the garden as well, but in the center sat the fountain. It was huge, its base made of white marble. Rising up out of it was a statue of great knight astride a horse, rearing up with his sword in the air. Water spouted from the tip of the sword and cascaded down. Through out the garden a cobble stone path wound, and here and there benches and wrought iron tables could be found. The sun was setting now and it was growing dark. But as the light failed, the glowing plants intensified until the garden was illuminated quite well. Pensworth took Silver to a table near the fountain and sat her down. He took a seat across from her and interlaced his fingers.
"What would you know, m'lady?" He asked politely.
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She walked, arm in arm with Pensworth. She was always close with her father, until the day he was found dead in bed. It came as a shock to everyone, the death of their King so suddenly. Katrina still, to this day, believes it was her jealous step mother... for the tea was supposed to be for her that night and not the King. Her and her father would walk for hours in the gardens of their kingdom, he would tell her stories of his past and of the world. She loved her father, and he loved her; walking with Pensworth reminded her of Father. They entered the garden and her senses were over stimulated.
She could smell the different flowers, concentrating on lilac and jasmine scents for they were her favourite. Soon she could smell the vegetables and fruit growing, the fresh scent of citrus always pleased her. Then there was the herbs, she smiled, loving the scents of it all. She wanted to run along and pick up flowers and things for her room, but she would do that later with permission, of course. She was sat down, smelling only the scents she chose to and hearing the water from the fountain. Pensworth asked what she wanted to know about him.
Hands opened the bag and removed the fruit tart from the bag. Fingers reached for a throwing knife from her thigh, and removed it, bring it to the tart and cutting it in half. She scooted half of it to Pensworth with a kind smile. "Please... tell me anything. I adore stories, it is how I learn. I don't read books, because walking into a library causes an uproar in people, and to be honest, braille isn't common to come by; it is much easier to hide yourself and over hear a story or two..." She delicately sliced the half of the tart and pricked it upon the end of her knife, placing pieces into her mouth. She was quite happy here, in the garden with Pensworth: she didn't have to be on her best behavior like with a God. She could act normally around a human. "And you may ask questions of myself, if you choose. I may or may not answer them though..."
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Pensworth smiled. "That would be your perogative m'lady." He pick up the half of the fruit tart that she'd been kind enough to share with him, and took a bite. It was quite good. "Well, were to begin?" He thought for a moment. "Ah, yes, You might like to hear of how I came to live at Angelis Tower." He leaned back and cleared his throat. "Well the fact is that I am older than even Lord Validrir. I was his personal attendant during the demon wars. I came from his original kingdom to help him with every day tasks, like caring for his horse and fixing his armor. I was near to 35 at the time, and he just 27. after we one the war, He was made into a god and all of us in his service were givin the choice to either return home or stay with him and live forever. My wife, Samantha had died years earlier from sickness, so I, along with roughly 10,000 of his soldiers stayed behined. The other 9,000 returned home. You seem to have noticed our winged gaurds, they are the the soldiers that chose to stay, they are now arch angels." He took another bite of the tart. "Why were you sent to this realm by the witch? Or do you know?" He asked in clear interest.
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She sat across from Pensworth and listened to his tale. Was the Lord truly that young when he was granted eternal life? She was even older then him, if only by a few years. She was slightly jealous though, he was younger and lived a fuller life then she. (Although he is probably older by years, she was thinking years as a human) Her head cocked to the side slightly, "Pensworth... why would you choose to be a servant for all eternity? Isn't that tiresome and boring? Granted, he is a god, but I just don't understand how one would want to be a butler for all of time," then again she didn't understand why people always wanted to be of royal blood either.
She slowly stood up and began to follow her nose, she was going to pick out flowers for her room, Pensworth would more then likely follow after he asked her why she was sent here. She went to the herb garden first, kneeling down and taking in all the scents. Her hand brushed delicate greens and stopped to pick off rosemary, thyme, and basil. She brought them up to her nose, such a fresh scent. "I don't know why I am here. She moves me when I sleep. I am usually sent to a place to teach someone a lesson or two..." she had walked to the orchid, and was busy picking a lemon for the clean scent they always give off. Gentle fingers picked at varies berries and a bundle of grapes, which she gathered in a small bundle in her dress, like a basket. "I don't mean like to harm someone, not that kind of lesson..." she paused, grape placed into her mouth. She chewed with care, savoring the flavour, the juice dancing upon her taste buds, "This is delicious! It is almost too perfect to be a regular grape..." she had been sidetracked.
Feet moved to the flowers, nose leading her to what she wanted. She picked a few stalks of lavender, a single rose, the "musk flower," and violets. She arranged them perfectly, almost as if she had been doing it for all her life as a profession, a long piece of grass tied it together. "I was probably sent here to remind you all that the world is not perfect. Seems that the land has grown set in its own 'peaceful' ways and it needs to be reminded that all is not as fortunate. Teach people not to take things for granted..." she stopped and stood, turned to Pensworth and took his arm. It was getting late and it was soon time to sleep. "Or someone is afraid of looking at themselves... ashamed of who they are, or too prideful... I am here to fix that."
Pensworth would nod slowly. Silver requested to be taken to her quarters, she was growing tired. He would lead her there, "Thank you Good Sir. Sleep well, G'Knight..."
"Good Night Miss..." and then he closed the door in departure.
She placed the flowers next to her bed on the night stand. The berries went into the wash basin bowl upon her vanity. She wasn't using it as a washing place, so she was putting it to good use in her mind. Herbs set next to the tub, always to greet her in cleansing herself. Fingers unlaced tight bodice, air filled her lungs so suddenly that it sounded like a gasp out of fear (bodice-gasm for those of you who don't know). Katrina stripped down to nothing but flesh and blindfold. Body laid underneath the covers on the incredibly soft bed. It had been far too long since she'd been in a bed. Her mind wandered into a deep slumber, one long overdue.
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Validrir stood in his office and looked out the large bay window into the setting sun. He Bearly heard the knock at the door, and it was several moments still before he told the person to enter. Pensworth stepped into the room and cleared his throat.
"The lady is off to bed m'lord." He said in his proper tone. Validrir did not answer, but continued looking off into the sunset. Pensworth approached him and stood at his side. Looking at his face, he could see his eyes were distant, and his features sad. "Thinking of a person far gone m'lord?" He asked somberly. Validrir nodded slowly.
"It is odd, is it not, that I should obtain eternal life, and the one I love is forever lost to me. I miss her so terribly some times." He turned to Pensworth who wore an understanding expression.
"I know, I know. Those we have loved and lossed are both an endless source of joy and sorrow to us. It has been many thousands of years since I've seen my wife." Validrir turned to look at Pensworth who had obtained a very sad expression.
"I am sorry Arthur." He said as he embraced the man who was so much more than a butler, he was a true friend. It was not often that Validrir called Pensworth by his first name, but it did happen.
"You needn't be sorry about anything Tiberius." He said as he returned the embrace. "Such is life that we lose others, We could not stop them from dieing no more than we could have stopped the tide." He patted Validrir on the back and held him at arms length. "Now, you need to shape up, the Mages will be here very soon." He headed to the door. "I'll wait in the entry hall for them."
As he went to leave Validrir stopped him. "Thank you, Arthur." He said. Pensworth looked back at him and smiled.
"You're welcome m'lord." And then he left, his old formality back in place. That was his way though, prim and proper.
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Into dream did she fall... she dream of her travels, of love. Long ago, she had felt something for someone at one point. He called her beautiful, even after he saw her "eyes." They spent many nights talking in a tavern, enjoying one anothers company. He was a knight, she could remember the cold metal against her flesh.... but one day he was gone and never returned. On lonely nights, she still heard his voice.
She dreamt of one of the angels holding her and flying with her, just so she could feel free, so she could feel the wind lick her flesh.
She looked like an angel sleeping in the bed, covers conturing to her body, auburn hair blanketing the bedding. Even in slumber, she could still hear the noises from the outside world.
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"The mages have arived m'lord." Pensworth stated after he returned short time later.
"Good, show them here." Validrir said, turning from the window and seating himself at the desk.
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A short time later, four mages entered the room, one was a troll, another an elf, then there was a dwarf and a human. "Greetings gentlemen, Have you foud out any thing about our strange amulet?" The mages all exchanged looks of discomfort and worry. Lord Validrir looked at them not likeing what he was seeing. "I take it you found somthing bad." He said after a moment. The human wizard stepped forward.
"Not exactly, we have determined that it is not any form of amulet that has ever been made by any of our kinds." The dwarf cleared his throat and stroked his beard.
"But there are some other demon relics what bear similar traits." He stated bluntly. The elf stepped forward next to the human.
"We believe that it is of demonic origins, but we have no real proof of our covictions. Perhaps if you looked at it again my lord, you may find somthing. After all, you are a god, and it's polar opposite if it is demon make." This was what Validrir had feared he might hear. It had bbe a long time since a demon relic had surfaced, but they always brought trouble.
"Very well, I will be at the library first thing tomorrow. I would like you all to be there, but until then, good evening." That was their sign to leave which they obeyed.
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She lay in bed. Sleep had taken over her body completely, well almost. A foul stench had entered the building, it travelled up the stairs and into the room of Katrina. She breathed in through her nose and choked on the smell, sitting up coughing, trying to catch her breath. "Trolls... no, rather troll."
It seemed no matter how one tried to cover themselves up with perfume or soap, your true side would always shine through. She hurried off of her bed, covers flying back. Trolls had never been a good thing, least not in her experience and not by stories heard and tales read. Small feet quietly moved to the door of her room, ten steps and she stopped at the staircase.
She was quiet, no one would hopefully notice her. She stood like a doll, anyone looking up would admire her perfectly molded body, naked flesh glowed under the candle light from the old chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. She looked like a statue, Lord Validrir would be congradulated for picking up such a magnificent piece, although a blindfold was quite odd... steps were heard below her. People were leaving, she listened to their conersation: something about a demon relic and Validrir's part in this play. Nose caught drifts of their scent, each one leaving... when the troll scent caught her, she held in her cough; that is until she heard doors shut behind the group. Hand to her chest as she began to gag on the air.
((Ooc: so sorry, I have been extremely busy. And was really at a loss on what to post next. I was going to allow you to say when it was the next day... so I was really pulling for something here. Anyway, I will hopefully be around more. Enjoy Sir.))
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Validrir sat in his office for a short time after the maged had left. After only a minute he strangely passed into a deep slumber. He saw in his mind's eye, three people standing a ways outside the city, reading from an ancient book. Magic was envoked and he could feel its power. It was foreign magic, such as he'd never felt before. Quite suddenly he snapped out of his sleep, and lept out of his chair. The sleep had only lasted about half a minute, in fact he deciced it was more of a transe. He could still feel the magic's power as he left his office and turned onto the main hall. As he walked, he turned and looked up at the stair case briefly. A moment later he registured what he'd seen and took a double take. There he saw Silver standing naked on the stair case. His mouth dropped open at the sight. Her face, he knew was completely beautiful, and the rest of her was no less stunning. He was also surprised to see her there, naked much less.
"I, you, uh." He stammered. "My lady, are you some what..... lost?" The sentance finally came.
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She had been coughing so hard she didn't hear the foot steps coming below her. Lord Validrir's voice rang through the hall to her ears. She stood up immediately, hair bouncing back and falling over her breasts. She smiled down at him, trying to hide that he had startled her; she could feel her heart beating within her chest. She moved her hands to move her hair to her back, fingers brushed up against naked flesh across her breasts. She "looked" up to Validrir, her expression on her face turned to one of horror. Peach flesh turned rose. Hands flipped her hair around to cover her nipples. A bow, deep our of respect to him before turning around and disappearing to her room. No one had ever seen her nude before, sans herself before she lost her eye sight. Head peeked out from her door frame, "No, not lost, Sir. I heard voices and the stench of the troll awoke me. I was coming out to see what the ruckus was..." deep breath in, "I apologise for walking out without any garb on, I am so ashamed..." and yet a slight trickle of her vanity came through and hit her.
She lowered her voice, "No, Katrina... not again, never again..."
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"Yes, well, that is... understandable." He said still in a startled manner. He turned then and left the hall, going to the top of his tower. After several minutes he reached the upper most room, a sleeping place for some of his angelic army, and went to a winding stone stair case that lead to a door in the ceiling. Comming out onto the roof, he went to the edge and looked out acrossed his domain. He could not explain why he was so unerved by this feeling of magic. It wasn't like any thing had happened. There was no evidence that it was even to be evil magic. But he was unerved none the less.
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Lord Validrir had answered her briefly before footsteps were heard leaving the primary area. She quickly put on her clothes, finger fumbling with the bodice, ribs adjusting to the constant strain of the garb. She left the room quickly, and to the stairs. She took each step with care, bare feet touching down on cold flooring finally. She heard the rustle of wings and made her way to the guards at the doors. Fingers reached up, feeling the wings. The guards seemed kind enough to allow her to do so. She almost cooed into a feathered wing completely and embraced the kind guard. "Thank you for keeping us safe..." she bowed to him before turning and leaving.
Counted footsteps to the dining room, to the kitchen, and then to the garden. She had an abnormally excellent memory to recall her way around new places. Again, she was greeted by the scents of the flowers. She stepped her way to the fountain and took a seat, hands folding in her lap. She looked to the sky, a sigh escaped her lips. She missed her father everyday she breathed. "Father, I have travelled to a land of peace, much like ours used to be. And I stay in a tower of wonderous delight... I wish I could tell you how beautiful it must be, but I can not. The materials and the servants are so delicious though..." her fingers moved to her eyes, rubbing them delicately as if she was crying. She wanted to, she could feel the emotions coming but no tears came. Rubbing irritated them and blood began to fall.
She bowed her head, listened... no sounds. She removed the now soaked cloth from her eyes. She placed the black material into the fountain, cleaning it off. She brought up handfuls of water to her face, and began to rinse off her eyes. The cold sting of water hitting open wounds made her wince with pain, but she kept on. Hands rung the cloth and she held in in her hands. Head to the sky again, the light bouncing off of mirror shards, "Daddy... what have I become?"
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Validrir looked out across his kingdom, his world. The dream had been so vivid, so real. It was what he knew as god sight. All the gods and goddesses had it. It alerted them to occurences of importance with in thier own realms. But so far , this was only the second time he'd ever experienced it. The first time being during the early years of his reign, when a rebellion of demon worshipers had formed an army against him. With a sigh he looked down off of the tower, and saw Silver in the garden below. Of course it was too high for him to know it was her by sight, for she was little more than a dot to him, but he knew instinctively that it was she. Validrir stood back then and stretched his arms out. Almost immediatly light gathered in the palms of his hands and traveled up his veins to the backs of his sholders. Soon it formed into great wings of golden light that were transparent yet, whole. With a single beat of these wings he took to the air and soared down to the gardens in a large spiral. As he landed the wings disolved and fell to the earth in a glittering shower, then were gone.
"It is rather late my lady, to be up and about. I myself would be asleep, though somthing had troubled me." He said from across the garden. From where she was sitting he could see her back, though here face was to the sky. "Is every thing alright?"
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Still looking to the sky, no answer was heard. Her father had been long gone and still she talked to him as if he were still alive. The sound of clothes rustling in the wind was heard but oddly enough there was no breeze. Silver didn't give it much thought.
Lord Validrir had landed so quietly, or perhaps it was that she was lost in her own thoughts, that she didn't notice he was there until he spoke to her. It startled her so! She quickly snapped her head down and looked back to him for an elf second, hair flowing around her face mostly covering her eyes, if anything he would have thought it had been the colour of her eyes. She turned back around, back facing him. A single tilt of the head; hair fell over her shoulders, enough to hide her eyes.
"You startled me, Sir. I wasn't expecting company, but by all means, please stay." She breathed in slowly, "I am most certain it is late. If it hadn't been for the Troll I would still be dreaming of times long gone, of dreams flying through the sky. I bet its wonderful." She paused for a bit, "Or perhaps it is the fact that by now I am so used to sleeping on the ground, the most comfortable bed was too much for my senses," she had said it in a jovial way. Her tone changed back though quickly, "And I am quite embarassed about walking around with no garb. It isn't something society welcomes, I apologise to you again, it is something that doesn't need to be seen..."
Her hands still held the soaking bloody cloth. She held it in fron of her and rung it out a bit before she started to clean off her flesh around her eyes. He had asked her if everything was alright. She nodded slowly, "Just thinking of times far gone. I find myself talking to my father even though he is no longer on this plain... and my eyes have dried and began to hurt. I can not sleep with the annoying pain." Damp cool cloth against dried cracked flesh, she sighed out of relief. "And yourself? Why are you awake?"
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Validrir went to answer Silver's question but suddenly saw an explosion of terrible power off in the distance. No doubt the same magic he'd felt earlier. Immediately his brought his wings back and took to the sky. Heading to the place where the magic was originating.
(OOC: I'm moving the entire story to the section in Vertalin'thral called "For love."
We'll keep the whole thing there, so we won't have to jump around.)