09-11-2015, 10:29 PM
love is a temporary madness...
Today she is feeling every one of her years. Perhaps if she had actually slept the previous night, she might be feeling a bit less achy this morning. But then, that is what had prevented her from sleeping in the first place. The pain, the remembered fear, the self-recrimination. It had made her particularly morbid, inspiring a trip to the beach. What she had found there was not even remotely close to what she had expected. Only now is she returning, body sore and aching, a limp quite noticeable as she heavily favors her right shoulder. And behind her trails a filly. No doubt many would mistake the child as hers. Though the teal points marking her body are distinctly unique, the bright red shade of her coat is a perfect match for Elysteria’s.
The filly is nearly as tired as she is. The sun is high in the sky, warming the earth and filling the Dale with its mercilessly bright rays. They had been traveling much of the morning, and now Elysteria longs for little more than a nap. Whether she will actually be able to sleep is another story.
She is just settling the tired girl in for a nap when she hears the voice. She easily recognizes it. Stiffening, she jerks her small head up, wild gaze scanning the surrounding landscape. He is close. And, clearly, he would not leave without what he came for.
Of course he knows where she lives. How could he not? She had boldly announced it both times they had previously met. That he might show up here, trespassing upon their land uninvited, had never occurred to her. Apparently she had affected him as much as he had affected (irritated) her. The thought is not precisely comforting.
She considers ignoring him, but in the end, she does not. Someone else would come then, and that was a disaster waiting to happen. She does not need to be the cause of a war (however inadvertent) between their kingdoms. Nor will she let him be either. So she stumbles forward on aching legs. He is very close, much more so than she had previously thought. She halts, russet gaze fixing upon him in mild aggravation.
She has changed since their last meeting, and not in a good way. She is certain she had fractured her shoulder in the fall (in addition to a few ribs), which makes walking incredibly painful. But she will deal with the pain for now. Much better than the soul-shattering fear flying had induced lately. Wounds litter her once unblemished skin, mostly shallow scrapes that would heal interspersed with a few deeper slices that would scar. All courtesy of the rocks and roots jutting from the ground that had broken her fall. The ragged white circle stands out starkly against her chest, an old scar, but somehow more prominent today. Her features are drawn, weariness etched into the delicate lines of her body. All in all, she looks rather rough.
“Kushiel.”
The word comes out sounding more fragile than she had intended. She straightens slightly, imbuing her tone with increased authority as she continues.
“Is there a reason you are here? Other than to torment me some more?”
The filly is nearly as tired as she is. The sun is high in the sky, warming the earth and filling the Dale with its mercilessly bright rays. They had been traveling much of the morning, and now Elysteria longs for little more than a nap. Whether she will actually be able to sleep is another story.
She is just settling the tired girl in for a nap when she hears the voice. She easily recognizes it. Stiffening, she jerks her small head up, wild gaze scanning the surrounding landscape. He is close. And, clearly, he would not leave without what he came for.
Of course he knows where she lives. How could he not? She had boldly announced it both times they had previously met. That he might show up here, trespassing upon their land uninvited, had never occurred to her. Apparently she had affected him as much as he had affected (irritated) her. The thought is not precisely comforting.
She considers ignoring him, but in the end, she does not. Someone else would come then, and that was a disaster waiting to happen. She does not need to be the cause of a war (however inadvertent) between their kingdoms. Nor will she let him be either. So she stumbles forward on aching legs. He is very close, much more so than she had previously thought. She halts, russet gaze fixing upon him in mild aggravation.
She has changed since their last meeting, and not in a good way. She is certain she had fractured her shoulder in the fall (in addition to a few ribs), which makes walking incredibly painful. But she will deal with the pain for now. Much better than the soul-shattering fear flying had induced lately. Wounds litter her once unblemished skin, mostly shallow scrapes that would heal interspersed with a few deeper slices that would scar. All courtesy of the rocks and roots jutting from the ground that had broken her fall. The ragged white circle stands out starkly against her chest, an old scar, but somehow more prominent today. Her features are drawn, weariness etched into the delicate lines of her body. All in all, she looks rather rough.
“Kushiel.”
The word comes out sounding more fragile than she had intended. She straightens slightly, imbuing her tone with increased authority as she continues.
“Is there a reason you are here? Other than to torment me some more?”
elysteria