-The images crackled like flame a top crackling wood, arching higher and higher to tickle the branches of thought she had not borne for sometime. Laying back within her sheets her mind scuttled over the nights events. Why had she felt such desire to help a stranger. She didn't know the truth about dragons, whether they were rare or not. But when she saw the small pillar of magic, wisdom and history threatened she could not help but react, respond, a part of her nature flickering to life in a way she with-held from exhibiting since the death of Gregornhy. The first and last time she had ever ebbed with such rage. Until tonight.
Turning over in her sheets she closed her eyes, forcing the tears back that threatened to spill. She had erupted in tears at the end of the night, repulsed by the anger that had arisen. She was unsettled by memories of Gregornhy whom she had killed in self-defence beside the fact Tanzin had dug a little too deep, leaving a scar just wide enough that such memories could seep through and sting her clear fruitful mind; those recollections of darker times previously buried deep within her psyche.
Fay was not a troubled soul or of a restless, ill-mind. But she certainly had supressed Gregornhy's slaying so well that it was due to spring up as she herself knew it had never been confronted. Ever.
Lifting a hand she collected her candle from the nightstand beside her bed, in her delicate grasp and lifted her head from the pillow, strewn with pale tresses as she pursed her lips. It's light shone across her face and the deep pools of her eyes, until with one firm breath of air from partly opened lips, it winked to black, leaving its imprint on the shadows before her eyes.
She pondered the stars above, and the Nameless stranger with whom she had shared a tender, poignant moment discussing their beauty within the shadows. His obscured face echoed in her thoughts a moment before flittering away, as quickly as the fading imprint of candle light that wavered in the shadows only moments before....She hoped to meet him again, and have more refreshing, quiet moments here in Rhydin. The ones she was used to, and coaxed gently into her Life. She was not a warrior, it was not inherent in her-blood, bone, spirit or mind, and the events that Tanzin had summoned, she wished to not partake in again. Ever.
Curling her legs close to her body and tucking her hands beneath the pillow, she forced a smile and let her thoughts roam free, whichever direction they go-dark or light-she would let them. She had faced a new direction, as well as an old. It reassured her as she drifted off to the Land of Z-
Turning over in her sheets she closed her eyes, forcing the tears back that threatened to spill. She had erupted in tears at the end of the night, repulsed by the anger that had arisen. She was unsettled by memories of Gregornhy whom she had killed in self-defence beside the fact Tanzin had dug a little too deep, leaving a scar just wide enough that such memories could seep through and sting her clear fruitful mind; those recollections of darker times previously buried deep within her psyche.
Fay was not a troubled soul or of a restless, ill-mind. But she certainly had supressed Gregornhy's slaying so well that it was due to spring up as she herself knew it had never been confronted. Ever.
Lifting a hand she collected her candle from the nightstand beside her bed, in her delicate grasp and lifted her head from the pillow, strewn with pale tresses as she pursed her lips. It's light shone across her face and the deep pools of her eyes, until with one firm breath of air from partly opened lips, it winked to black, leaving its imprint on the shadows before her eyes.
She pondered the stars above, and the Nameless stranger with whom she had shared a tender, poignant moment discussing their beauty within the shadows. His obscured face echoed in her thoughts a moment before flittering away, as quickly as the fading imprint of candle light that wavered in the shadows only moments before....She hoped to meet him again, and have more refreshing, quiet moments here in Rhydin. The ones she was used to, and coaxed gently into her Life. She was not a warrior, it was not inherent in her-blood, bone, spirit or mind, and the events that Tanzin had summoned, she wished to not partake in again. Ever.
Curling her legs close to her body and tucking her hands beneath the pillow, she forced a smile and let her thoughts roam free, whichever direction they go-dark or light-she would let them. She had faced a new direction, as well as an old. It reassured her as she drifted off to the Land of Z-