Elessaria did not remember even climbing into her tub, only the cooling temperature drawing her back to wakefulness. As she opened her eyes, the sudden realization that the tepid liquid in her tub was blood, caused the empath to scream a strangled cry of horror and pain. This was the first time the crimson rains had fallen so close to home — inside her home to be precise.
Trembling violently, Eless drained the tub and and ran the shower, scouring her soft, porcelain skin free of the scarlet stains that covered her from head to toe. She had no idea how much time had passed while she remained braced against the stall's wall until the steaming water turned chilly. She dried herself off with a fluffy towel only to sigh in dismay when she saw some of the stains remained upon her skin. Still, she slipped into a silk velvet dress, donned her matching cape of midnight blue and headed to the Inn.
The closer she got, the weaker she felt and the elfess struggled to maintain her shielding. Her emotions were in turmoil and if they escaped, she could inadvertantly injure someone. With all of her energy directed to containment, there was little left to shelter herself from the emotions of others, and the unchecked emotions buffeted her threadbare shields. Eless spotted Eva and Mason on the porch; but, she dared not to go any closer. Instead, she remained a short distance away and clung to the shadows.
The blue flames flickered and flared erratically deep within her eyes as she watched until the magess knew Eva was safe - at least from immediate harm. Mason had made an impromptu ice pack out of snow for her friend's injured hand. Eless retreated a little farther back some more, the intensity of emotions preventing her from joining her friends and seeking the comfort of the large fire at the Inn's hearth. As she watched, she could feel the warmth of tears returning to fill her eyes and after blinking, The Lady Fire of Evandar could taste one that had escaped to slide down her fragile features and land upon her lips. A wave of nausea threatened her at its metallic tang.
Bundled up beneath her cloak, Eless' form flickers - caught amongst the shadows. She extended a dainty, quivering hand and grasped at the tree's trunk; however, she found nothing. The elven empath felt nothing, yet everything before she faltered and then faded...
Trembling violently, Eless drained the tub and and ran the shower, scouring her soft, porcelain skin free of the scarlet stains that covered her from head to toe. She had no idea how much time had passed while she remained braced against the stall's wall until the steaming water turned chilly. She dried herself off with a fluffy towel only to sigh in dismay when she saw some of the stains remained upon her skin. Still, she slipped into a silk velvet dress, donned her matching cape of midnight blue and headed to the Inn.
The closer she got, the weaker she felt and the elfess struggled to maintain her shielding. Her emotions were in turmoil and if they escaped, she could inadvertantly injure someone. With all of her energy directed to containment, there was little left to shelter herself from the emotions of others, and the unchecked emotions buffeted her threadbare shields. Eless spotted Eva and Mason on the porch; but, she dared not to go any closer. Instead, she remained a short distance away and clung to the shadows.
The blue flames flickered and flared erratically deep within her eyes as she watched until the magess knew Eva was safe - at least from immediate harm. Mason had made an impromptu ice pack out of snow for her friend's injured hand. Eless retreated a little farther back some more, the intensity of emotions preventing her from joining her friends and seeking the comfort of the large fire at the Inn's hearth. As she watched, she could feel the warmth of tears returning to fill her eyes and after blinking, The Lady Fire of Evandar could taste one that had escaped to slide down her fragile features and land upon her lips. A wave of nausea threatened her at its metallic tang.
Bundled up beneath her cloak, Eless' form flickers - caught amongst the shadows. She extended a dainty, quivering hand and grasped at the tree's trunk; however, she found nothing. The elven empath felt nothing, yet everything before she faltered and then faded...