10-02-2021, 12:52 PM
all of time and space, everywhere and anywhere, every star that ever was
Even if his honesty hurts her, she is appreciative of it. She had been wrapped in deceit and betrayal for so long that any ounce of truth was something she gulped down greedily, starved of it. She can sense that look in his eyes and regret is too close to pity for her and so she is glad when they start to move away from the heavy topic of the celestial skies and what they had once meant to her.
Did she still want to go back to the Mountain? Did she still want the fairies help in reconnecting to what had been lost? Protect others without magic, they had asked. It seemed a daunting task, one that she might never be able to complete with the way things had been going lately. And even if she could meet their standards, even if they could grant her wish…. Would it be a beautiful lie created by their magic? Or would they simply be helping her towards the destiny she was always meant for?
Between these unanswered questions and the growing situation with the Curse, her head is constantly pounding and that anger is never-ending. She can feel it pressing in on all sides, eager to resume its post once his stars are removed. There isn’t much time, this relief and release, and so she takes what she can. Including his name, something she can take with kindness in this moment as she offers him a whisper of a smile that ghosts quickly across her dark lips. “Astrophel.” She whispers, nodding slightly. “Fitting.”
He asks about her role and the Isle itself and here she sighs softly, glancing away again as she shrugs slowly. “Yes the Isle. And as for my role… I’m not sure about that either anymore.” What did it mean to be Thane? Once she had thought it would mean making others feel welcome on the Isle, protecting her home and the ones that resided in it, and reacting with grace and quiet strength in the face of opposition and danger. Like she had once done as the Heart of Hyaline. But this residual anger inside of her makes her doubt her own intentions now.
Now she only has a craving for revenge.
“Have you ever been? To the Isle I mean…” She hesitates, not sure if she should say what she wants to next. The North was still a dangerous place, a target that the Curse would surely narrow in on if he hadn’t already. To install even a little curiosity in him, like she had done with Leokadia, could mean placing him in danger too. She didn’t want that, she couldn’t add another failure on her already long list of mistakes. So she bites back the words she wants to say and asks the question she had intended instead. “I was wondering…” She pauses, uncertainty flooding through her as she lingers near the dark magic warped inside of her and then finally brushes against the brightness hidden beneath. Electrical jolts shoot through her body and pain floods her system, reflecting in the silver light of her wide eyes. “Do you know what this is?” She gasps, clinging to his stars when she finally releases her light touch on whatever it was inside of her, shaking slightly and gasping for breath.
Did she still want to go back to the Mountain? Did she still want the fairies help in reconnecting to what had been lost? Protect others without magic, they had asked. It seemed a daunting task, one that she might never be able to complete with the way things had been going lately. And even if she could meet their standards, even if they could grant her wish…. Would it be a beautiful lie created by their magic? Or would they simply be helping her towards the destiny she was always meant for?
Between these unanswered questions and the growing situation with the Curse, her head is constantly pounding and that anger is never-ending. She can feel it pressing in on all sides, eager to resume its post once his stars are removed. There isn’t much time, this relief and release, and so she takes what she can. Including his name, something she can take with kindness in this moment as she offers him a whisper of a smile that ghosts quickly across her dark lips. “Astrophel.” She whispers, nodding slightly. “Fitting.”
He asks about her role and the Isle itself and here she sighs softly, glancing away again as she shrugs slowly. “Yes the Isle. And as for my role… I’m not sure about that either anymore.” What did it mean to be Thane? Once she had thought it would mean making others feel welcome on the Isle, protecting her home and the ones that resided in it, and reacting with grace and quiet strength in the face of opposition and danger. Like she had once done as the Heart of Hyaline. But this residual anger inside of her makes her doubt her own intentions now.
Now she only has a craving for revenge.
“Have you ever been? To the Isle I mean…” She hesitates, not sure if she should say what she wants to next. The North was still a dangerous place, a target that the Curse would surely narrow in on if he hadn’t already. To install even a little curiosity in him, like she had done with Leokadia, could mean placing him in danger too. She didn’t want that, she couldn’t add another failure on her already long list of mistakes. So she bites back the words she wants to say and asks the question she had intended instead. “I was wondering…” She pauses, uncertainty flooding through her as she lingers near the dark magic warped inside of her and then finally brushes against the brightness hidden beneath. Electrical jolts shoot through her body and pain floods her system, reflecting in the silver light of her wide eyes. “Do you know what this is?” She gasps, clinging to his stars when she finally releases her light touch on whatever it was inside of her, shaking slightly and gasping for breath.
-- Ciri
@Astrophel