before the ship out to Vrashne. Happy reading!]
Say What? Part 1
She was, unfortunately, her father?s daughter.
This fact had long been a thorn in her side. She?d tried her best to fight the bloodline, and the battles had cost her; she had endured hours of discomfort in-between church pews, had suffered a decade?s worth of kneecaps made sore from genuflection, and had been forced to wear scarves and gloves to hide the spots where her rosary had occasionally singed. The worst, of course, was when puberty had swept away what little progress she?d made in the years building up to it. You see, a child primarily ruled by lust (with a few of the other Deadlies to flavor) stands no chance against surging hormones?no matter how well versed in the Bible she may be.
The back-slide had started off slow, with mood swings that plagued most teenage girls and little acts of rebellion, such as swearing in the house and sneaking out past curfew. However, after a transfer to an all-girl prep, things had really begun to take off; she had started letting slip on Hellspeak, had broken a majority of the Commandments (especially the one about coveting wives), and had become increasingly more violent. The aggression had come to a head during a spat with her younger brother, and once the burn ward had tended to the poor little bugger, she had found herself on the road to Rhydin.
Now, she was a couple years older and slightly less repressed. She had given in to the wickedness of the populace?s ways and rather than break her, it had made her stronger?literally. Her abilities had expanded to the point where she could charm when it suited and summon when necessary, and much to her still intact moral compass? dismay, her list of ?talents? was still growing. It was the newest addition to the bunch that had her standing here, ready to knock on the plain, dark wooden door before her.
When her fist made contact, the wood trembled and retreated, creaking the door ajar. Evidently, this was surprising, as her first reaction involved a widening of eyes. After a breathless moment, she bent down enough to investigate the knob and her gaze went almost saucer-wide; the strike plate on the jamb was smooth and left no room for the latch to fit. She?d never seen that before, not when invading like this and really, there was no way to curb her curiosity. She entered both unexpected yet apparently invited, and after not even three steps inside, she found her would-be hostess.
The woman turned to regard ?Lanta, sending wild ribbons of hair into motion around her thin face, and for a while the two ladies shared the same enthralled expression. It was so very bright around them and their silence was swallowed up by the sounds of a babbling brook, various bird calls, and a slight breeze through tree branches. Yet, despite these pleasant surroundings, the pair seemed intent on one another.
The other spoke first, far too calmly for such an intrusion: ?How did you get here, girl? Do you bring a message...or do you seek one??
?I?uh?? ?Lanta fidgeted, ?I didn?t know the latter was an option.?
The female with the white-blonde hair watched the younger woman for a spell. Her body shook and swayed. ?No, no. I see it, now.? The accent on the words was light and hard to place. ?You are just passing through, ah? But,? she advanced about a foot as her body continued to quake softly, ?they have things to tell you if you should like to listen.?
It was only then, once some of the space between had been eaten up, that ?Lanta felt it; there was the itch of her Sunday best and the sting of incense in her nostrils. It wasn?t strong enough an aura for the woman to have truly been one of the clouds and there was some unfamiliarity to the sensation that made Atalanta question the divinity surrounding the lady?but something was there, all the same. She narrowed her eyes in suspicion. ?Who??
The woman carved out a smile and partially veiled her eyes.
?Lanta frowned. ?Right-o. Well?what things??
Her hostess laughed and dipped her head. ?Sit, girl. Sit and we will discuss.? She made a sweeping gesture with her hand to indicate a circle of chairs formed from stone. They had not been there a moment ago. A fire sprung up in the center of the ring. ?I think that should make you comfortable, ah? ?Did you get Caoimhe a gift? It is her birthday soon.?
The blonde was already moving for a seat as the question fell from her mouth and she left a dumb-founded cambion in her wake.
The wonders of the realm never ceased. The girl had barged into this woman?s resting psyche ready to meddle and make off with information, but instead, some of her own secrets were waiting for her. It couldn?t be an accident. This mind wasn?t shielded like the majority of the town?s, nor was it as chaotic as a psychic?s. There was a quiet organization underneath, a structure lurking. The dream-crasher regained composure and trudged over to take a spot, already silently preparing for what was to come.
Atalanta, it seemed, had found herself an oracle.
Say What? Part 1
She was, unfortunately, her father?s daughter.
This fact had long been a thorn in her side. She?d tried her best to fight the bloodline, and the battles had cost her; she had endured hours of discomfort in-between church pews, had suffered a decade?s worth of kneecaps made sore from genuflection, and had been forced to wear scarves and gloves to hide the spots where her rosary had occasionally singed. The worst, of course, was when puberty had swept away what little progress she?d made in the years building up to it. You see, a child primarily ruled by lust (with a few of the other Deadlies to flavor) stands no chance against surging hormones?no matter how well versed in the Bible she may be.
The back-slide had started off slow, with mood swings that plagued most teenage girls and little acts of rebellion, such as swearing in the house and sneaking out past curfew. However, after a transfer to an all-girl prep, things had really begun to take off; she had started letting slip on Hellspeak, had broken a majority of the Commandments (especially the one about coveting wives), and had become increasingly more violent. The aggression had come to a head during a spat with her younger brother, and once the burn ward had tended to the poor little bugger, she had found herself on the road to Rhydin.
Now, she was a couple years older and slightly less repressed. She had given in to the wickedness of the populace?s ways and rather than break her, it had made her stronger?literally. Her abilities had expanded to the point where she could charm when it suited and summon when necessary, and much to her still intact moral compass? dismay, her list of ?talents? was still growing. It was the newest addition to the bunch that had her standing here, ready to knock on the plain, dark wooden door before her.
When her fist made contact, the wood trembled and retreated, creaking the door ajar. Evidently, this was surprising, as her first reaction involved a widening of eyes. After a breathless moment, she bent down enough to investigate the knob and her gaze went almost saucer-wide; the strike plate on the jamb was smooth and left no room for the latch to fit. She?d never seen that before, not when invading like this and really, there was no way to curb her curiosity. She entered both unexpected yet apparently invited, and after not even three steps inside, she found her would-be hostess.
The woman turned to regard ?Lanta, sending wild ribbons of hair into motion around her thin face, and for a while the two ladies shared the same enthralled expression. It was so very bright around them and their silence was swallowed up by the sounds of a babbling brook, various bird calls, and a slight breeze through tree branches. Yet, despite these pleasant surroundings, the pair seemed intent on one another.
The other spoke first, far too calmly for such an intrusion: ?How did you get here, girl? Do you bring a message...or do you seek one??
?I?uh?? ?Lanta fidgeted, ?I didn?t know the latter was an option.?
The female with the white-blonde hair watched the younger woman for a spell. Her body shook and swayed. ?No, no. I see it, now.? The accent on the words was light and hard to place. ?You are just passing through, ah? But,? she advanced about a foot as her body continued to quake softly, ?they have things to tell you if you should like to listen.?
It was only then, once some of the space between had been eaten up, that ?Lanta felt it; there was the itch of her Sunday best and the sting of incense in her nostrils. It wasn?t strong enough an aura for the woman to have truly been one of the clouds and there was some unfamiliarity to the sensation that made Atalanta question the divinity surrounding the lady?but something was there, all the same. She narrowed her eyes in suspicion. ?Who??
The woman carved out a smile and partially veiled her eyes.
?Lanta frowned. ?Right-o. Well?what things??
Her hostess laughed and dipped her head. ?Sit, girl. Sit and we will discuss.? She made a sweeping gesture with her hand to indicate a circle of chairs formed from stone. They had not been there a moment ago. A fire sprung up in the center of the ring. ?I think that should make you comfortable, ah? ?Did you get Caoimhe a gift? It is her birthday soon.?
The blonde was already moving for a seat as the question fell from her mouth and she left a dumb-founded cambion in her wake.
The wonders of the realm never ceased. The girl had barged into this woman?s resting psyche ready to meddle and make off with information, but instead, some of her own secrets were waiting for her. It couldn?t be an accident. This mind wasn?t shielded like the majority of the town?s, nor was it as chaotic as a psychic?s. There was a quiet organization underneath, a structure lurking. The dream-crasher regained composure and trudged over to take a spot, already silently preparing for what was to come.
Atalanta, it seemed, had found herself an oracle.