Isuelt sat there, the knob against her back not even registering.
The light, sweet-smelling breeze out of the west lifted her dark hair and gently set it down again.
She could hear the tree's leaves rustle and right themselves once more.
And never once did she even notice the two tiny bugs crawling along side her up the tree trunk.
Isuelt was indeed quite far away. Several weeks travel to the north, as it were. She was back in Metro, thinking of occasion she had first met Scorpion Wraitharan. Damned fool. He was such a pompous bastard, thinking he owned the place and everyone in it. She had been watching him for a few weeks when he finally had noticed. (At least, that's what she thought.) He had offered to make her night "unforgettable", to which she simply unloaded into a tirade of insults for the Don Mega. Not the least of which had something to do with the illegitimacy of his birth and what he sucked on during his leisure time. Scorp had the audacity at that point to grab the Scathachian and kiss her. And Isuelt being Isuelt, had clamped her teeth down on his tongue until she drew blood. Immediately she felt a mix of satisfaction and alarm, for no fewer than five weapons were aimed at her throat as she broke free from Scorp. Seemed his cronies never were beyond reach.
It wasn't the sweet sort of story that one would someday tell the kids or the grand kids. But then again, kids weren't in the future for this couple. The heavens had seen to that. Still, Isuelt smiled as she sat beneath a tree outside the South Gate of Rhydin. It didn't matter to her, really. What did matter to her was that Scorpion Wraitharan had come to her aid, and he was here, against all advice. Now that he was back and they were reconciled (mostly) after the way she had left him, things felt somehow...more manageable, more doable, more hopeful. And hope was something that was hard to come by in this place.
Isuelt knew she was falling for him all over again, deeper this time. Maybe even deep enough to stick around this time. She figured she would give it a go; she even figured she might as well admit to her self that she loved the great bastard.
She loved him more than anything she'd come across in this sorrowful pit of a world.
The light, sweet-smelling breeze out of the west lifted her dark hair and gently set it down again.
She could hear the tree's leaves rustle and right themselves once more.
And never once did she even notice the two tiny bugs crawling along side her up the tree trunk.
Isuelt was indeed quite far away. Several weeks travel to the north, as it were. She was back in Metro, thinking of occasion she had first met Scorpion Wraitharan. Damned fool. He was such a pompous bastard, thinking he owned the place and everyone in it. She had been watching him for a few weeks when he finally had noticed. (At least, that's what she thought.) He had offered to make her night "unforgettable", to which she simply unloaded into a tirade of insults for the Don Mega. Not the least of which had something to do with the illegitimacy of his birth and what he sucked on during his leisure time. Scorp had the audacity at that point to grab the Scathachian and kiss her. And Isuelt being Isuelt, had clamped her teeth down on his tongue until she drew blood. Immediately she felt a mix of satisfaction and alarm, for no fewer than five weapons were aimed at her throat as she broke free from Scorp. Seemed his cronies never were beyond reach.
It wasn't the sweet sort of story that one would someday tell the kids or the grand kids. But then again, kids weren't in the future for this couple. The heavens had seen to that. Still, Isuelt smiled as she sat beneath a tree outside the South Gate of Rhydin. It didn't matter to her, really. What did matter to her was that Scorpion Wraitharan had come to her aid, and he was here, against all advice. Now that he was back and they were reconciled (mostly) after the way she had left him, things felt somehow...more manageable, more doable, more hopeful. And hope was something that was hard to come by in this place.
Isuelt knew she was falling for him all over again, deeper this time. Maybe even deep enough to stick around this time. She figured she would give it a go; she even figured she might as well admit to her self that she loved the great bastard.
She loved him more than anything she'd come across in this sorrowful pit of a world.