Post by Sadori on Dec 14, 2013 10:09:34 GMT -8
The Dancer unwound her slender limbs from her Celebrant gently and with a sigh of satisfaction. Slipping from the bed, she rose and crossed to the small table near the balcony doors and poured herself a glass of wine. She would have preferred something harder, like Dreviant, but the reserves were small and it had become rare in the wake of Shilen's destruction of the lands. Only recently had the art been revived. Instead, she sipped on the simple vintage available and stared out at the moons.
When she took the household into hiding, all her energies had been focused on the twins and their upbringing, all other concerns placed on hold until the upheaval had settled some. But the twins were old enough to be out on their own and Olorae had re-opened the Aden house. Most of the clan had dwindled away; war, age, and circumstance taking their toll on them. She'd thought she was going to lose her mind from lack of purpose and worry over the twins until the young priestess had come calling. Now there was a new concern, or rather an old one come calling once more. With Eriendis out there, security would be heightened once more. The trackers were alerted to monitor his (and her) movements, and Olorae was again plotting and tugging on strings. Sadori smiled, the expression creeping across her lips and up to her eyes. It was good to see her old Olorae again. In fact, it was intoxicating. She shivered and turned her gaze to the bed where her wife lay, dark hair tumbled across the pillows and luxurious body tangled in silken sheets.
She drained her glass and poured another, turning back to the window, pleasure fading from her delicate features. An icy coldness took hold in her core and the winged tattoo on her back rippled slightly. The Otherness was restless, and Sadori empathized. Something was missing. Of late she had been reduced to a glorified body guard, which was well and good for the safety of Olorae and the rest of the house, but left her feeling suffocated and looking for a release. She craved the thrill of the fight and the sense that she could reach out and touch the Abyss. The Otherness stirred inside her and concurred.
Draining the second glass, she set it down and dressed quickly. Taking a scroll from her pack and a purse of adena, she stepped quietly out onto the balcony and closed the doors behind her. She needed a different kind of release and the unique peacefulness of the Abyss, and she knew where to find both. With a crackle and flash, the dancer invoked the scroll and vanished without a word.
When she took the household into hiding, all her energies had been focused on the twins and their upbringing, all other concerns placed on hold until the upheaval had settled some. But the twins were old enough to be out on their own and Olorae had re-opened the Aden house. Most of the clan had dwindled away; war, age, and circumstance taking their toll on them. She'd thought she was going to lose her mind from lack of purpose and worry over the twins until the young priestess had come calling. Now there was a new concern, or rather an old one come calling once more. With Eriendis out there, security would be heightened once more. The trackers were alerted to monitor his (and her) movements, and Olorae was again plotting and tugging on strings. Sadori smiled, the expression creeping across her lips and up to her eyes. It was good to see her old Olorae again. In fact, it was intoxicating. She shivered and turned her gaze to the bed where her wife lay, dark hair tumbled across the pillows and luxurious body tangled in silken sheets.
She drained her glass and poured another, turning back to the window, pleasure fading from her delicate features. An icy coldness took hold in her core and the winged tattoo on her back rippled slightly. The Otherness was restless, and Sadori empathized. Something was missing. Of late she had been reduced to a glorified body guard, which was well and good for the safety of Olorae and the rest of the house, but left her feeling suffocated and looking for a release. She craved the thrill of the fight and the sense that she could reach out and touch the Abyss. The Otherness stirred inside her and concurred.
Draining the second glass, she set it down and dressed quickly. Taking a scroll from her pack and a purse of adena, she stepped quietly out onto the balcony and closed the doors behind her. She needed a different kind of release and the unique peacefulness of the Abyss, and she knew where to find both. With a crackle and flash, the dancer invoked the scroll and vanished without a word.
