Post by Rinalya on Oct 18, 2009 23:32:32 GMT -8
It felt like an eon had passed. Certainly, another one would before her wandering would be complete. The doom hovered over her, pressing her shoulders down as if she were some mortal beggar woman, gnarled and stooped with age. But the hand that reached underneath the cloak with deftness was untouched by time, strong, lean with muscle. The hand and arm were wrapped in a gauzy ragged material; it still shimmered faintly with whatever it had been woven with, though the ivory components were yellowed with use. It glinted in the moonlight with the sword as she pulled it from beneath the cloak, the figure lifting it with ease and settling it across another raggedly clad palm, facing the sword up towards the heavens.
The figure looked up at the clan-hall, the hood obscuring her face and most of her vision. This place had hardly changed. She nodded, her silver-white hair falling slightly out of her hood, flowing over the cloak in contrast.
Stepping forward, her heels clicked against the beaten path, pebbles crunching under her feet as she came to rest at the threshold, the dull carmine of the homunkulus sword growing dark as she paused. Sweeping into a kneel, she lay the sword to rest at the closed door, fishing inside her clothing for the note, tentatively directed to Olorae En'Eveil. Then after a long dark moment, she rose again, but only once she was entirely certain that the note in question would not be picked up by the winds.
And as the dust kicked up around her, the stranger disappeared into the night.
She left only the note:
Not all that are wandering are lost, though the Doom eventually weighs upon us all. Sister of my heart, long ago should this have fallen to you. I leave this to you, in hopes that someday we will reunite. But that day is not today. Though I miss all who's lives I've touched, there is still more wandering to be done. Shilen watches over me. May she also watch over the ones I love ... especially you.
Love,
Rin
The figure looked up at the clan-hall, the hood obscuring her face and most of her vision. This place had hardly changed. She nodded, her silver-white hair falling slightly out of her hood, flowing over the cloak in contrast.
Stepping forward, her heels clicked against the beaten path, pebbles crunching under her feet as she came to rest at the threshold, the dull carmine of the homunkulus sword growing dark as she paused. Sweeping into a kneel, she lay the sword to rest at the closed door, fishing inside her clothing for the note, tentatively directed to Olorae En'Eveil. Then after a long dark moment, she rose again, but only once she was entirely certain that the note in question would not be picked up by the winds.
And as the dust kicked up around her, the stranger disappeared into the night.
She left only the note:
Not all that are wandering are lost, though the Doom eventually weighs upon us all. Sister of my heart, long ago should this have fallen to you. I leave this to you, in hopes that someday we will reunite. But that day is not today. Though I miss all who's lives I've touched, there is still more wandering to be done. Shilen watches over me. May she also watch over the ones I love ... especially you.
Love,
Rin