06-08-2015, 04:16 PM
The eyes give him away. Barely his anymore, but still that nutmeg color she knows all too well. It took her a while to figure it out. Instead, she watched from within the trees as the dead creature weaved through the forest like it knew this land. Clearly, it had once upon a time. The heart seems to draw it forward through the trees, and she creeps through the misty forests, losing sight of the monster now and again in the white shroud.
But the forests are hers more than any other. There are new growths here and there from the volcantic eruption, and she still possess more ease in this forests than anyone other than those who have watched the forests regrow. Erebor knows this forest almost as well as she. Perhaps even as well as she does, truthfully. But Erebor is a child of the Chamber, completely, and she expects nothing less from the boy.
Eventually, once it’s out in the clearing, she finally catches the gleam of nutmeg in the eyes. Ah. Rodrik. She’d always known he possessed traits, though she didn’t know what traits exactly. Immortality she knew, and devilish things she knew, but nothing more exact than that. But she’d never seen him as he truly was, and for a moment, she can only watch. Not in horror. The sight doesn’t surprise her, really. But simply in fascination and also with the dawning realization both her parents are gone.
This new Rodrik isn’t the father she knew. He hadn’t been much of a father, but now he wasn’t her father at all.
Eventually, she comes out of the pine forest and makes her way to where he stands. “Well hello, father.” She says, no different from the day he left. She’s still beautiful, her voice still smoky. “Don’t you look wonderful.”
But the forests are hers more than any other. There are new growths here and there from the volcantic eruption, and she still possess more ease in this forests than anyone other than those who have watched the forests regrow. Erebor knows this forest almost as well as she. Perhaps even as well as she does, truthfully. But Erebor is a child of the Chamber, completely, and she expects nothing less from the boy.
Eventually, once it’s out in the clearing, she finally catches the gleam of nutmeg in the eyes. Ah. Rodrik. She’d always known he possessed traits, though she didn’t know what traits exactly. Immortality she knew, and devilish things she knew, but nothing more exact than that. But she’d never seen him as he truly was, and for a moment, she can only watch. Not in horror. The sight doesn’t surprise her, really. But simply in fascination and also with the dawning realization both her parents are gone.
This new Rodrik isn’t the father she knew. He hadn’t been much of a father, but now he wasn’t her father at all.
Eventually, she comes out of the pine forest and makes her way to where he stands. “Well hello, father.” She says, no different from the day he left. She’s still beautiful, her voice still smoky. “Don’t you look wonderful.”
straia
queen of the chamber
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