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Re: Failing Light

Post by UmbraSight » Fri Sep 14, 2018 2:41 am

Camelia closed Aurora’s door behind her before she ambled over to her own. She pulled her shirt off as she stepped into her room, her bandages were fresh, she would get them changed tomorrow before they left. She spent another moment removing various knives which where attached to her hip and within hidden pockets and folds, before finally pulling the sheets back and sliding into bed.
//… and it was there, and her blade flicked out catching only air. She backed from the door, worn floorboards shivering with each misplaced step...// Fall of the Aelir Isles, Vol. III

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Re: Failing Light

Post by Annasiel » Fri Sep 14, 2018 2:53 am

Something lurking in the shadows. It matched her step for step, red eyes glowing in the dim-lit night, a hungry growl coming from its throat. Sometimes, it fed. It was a predator, and it needed to hunt to survive. This, however, was not a hunt for prey. It wanted to kill. If it caught her, it would kill her. If she ran, it would chase her.

If she fought, it would win.

Running was the best choice she had. She turned on heel, sprinting through the narrow alleys, eyes darting up to where a hollow high hung overhead. If she could get there, she would be safe. Around the corner, a ladder jutted upwards, its point disappearing into the clouds. Without a moments' hesitation, Aurora climbed. The ladder shook as the beast climbed after her. Its hot breath was on her heels. Wet. Hard. Filled with bloodlust. Her hands began to tire, and she slowed, still trying to push herself harder, but she was so tired, so cold, so weak, so far --

It grabbed her ankle, pulling her off the rungs. She plummeted to the ground with a crack. Immobile. Quiet. Still alive, but numb in every limb. And every second, the beast grew closer, ready to slit her throat.

A hand touched her shoulder.


She threw out a punch and woke up in the same motion, a scream still on her lips. She was safe. Still in Cutter's place, in the guest room. Camelia sat on the bed beside her, one hand on her shoulder, the other wrapped around her fist. Aurora blushed, embarrassed.

"I... sorry. I don't usually have nightmares," she muttered. "I'm not a little kid. I'm okay."
Alone she drifts from ancient mists
Nary a candle, nary a wish
But in the wont of wandering paths
Through wooded knolls, and windworn crags
She seeks a face she thought as friend
But now -- she thinks as judgement's end

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Re: Failing Light

Post by UmbraSight » Fri Sep 14, 2018 10:53 pm

Camelia’s eyes flicked open. A scream. Ignoring the throbbing in her chest, and the protests of abused flesh, Camelia slid out of her bed and scooped up one of her small throwing knives. The pads of her feet silent on the rugs covering the wooden floor, Camelia crept to the door and slid out easily into the hall. No movement either way, no ambush unless compatriots had stashed themselves away behind closed doors.

Another sharp whimper from Aurora’s room caused Camelia to quickly move to the girl’s bedroom door. She pressed her back to the hallway, the wood of the wall cool against her bare skin. She readied her knife in her left, and very carefully eased the door open with her right. She slid the door open fast, flicked her knife up and —

Empty, save for the girl shivering in the bed. Nightmares.

Camelia pushed the door closed behind her and slipped the knife into a pocket on her hip. With a sigh Cameila crossed the room and sat down next to the girl. She reached out and placed a hand on Aurora’s shoulder and gave it a gentle shake.

“Aurora.” She said.

The girl screamed, an arm erupted from the sheets aimed for her side. Almost automatically Camelia caught Aurora’s wild punch as the girl’s eyes snapped open wide and wild. Camelia could see moment it took for Aurora to figure out what had happened in the girl’s face, a small smile bowing her lips.

“Nothing wrong with having a nightmare.” Camelia said easily, “we all have them.”
//… and it was there, and her blade flicked out catching only air. She backed from the door, worn floorboards shivering with each misplaced step...// Fall of the Aelir Isles, Vol. III

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Re: Failing Light

Post by Annasiel » Fri Sep 14, 2018 11:16 pm

"I don't."

The reply rolled so effortlessly off of her tongue that she almost believed it. In truth, she had no way of knowing if she'd had nightmares before she'd forgotten so much of her life, though the short time at the inn had been dreamless. Not even waiting in black, just waking the moment she fell asleep. Aurora sighed, drawing her knees up to her chest under the blankets, and wrapped her arm tight around her legs. A faint light peaked in through the curtains. It could have been the moon, or it could have just been a streetlamp that had been previously unlit.

"Is it nighttime?" she asked, unwilling to get up and see for herself. Camelia would probably stop her, anyway -- no point in giving herself away to the outside world until they were ready to move.
Alone she drifts from ancient mists
Nary a candle, nary a wish
But in the wont of wandering paths
Through wooded knolls, and windworn crags
She seeks a face she thought as friend
But now -- she thinks as judgement's end

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Re: Failing Light

Post by UmbraSight » Sat Sep 15, 2018 1:23 am

"As you say." Camelia responded to the girl's denial. It seemed a silly thing to argue about it, and Camelia knew enough about pride to know that it wasn't a fight worth having. Her gaze instead turned towards the drawn curtains, and what little she could see between the slit in the fabric. A spark of light finding its way through the crack, as light always seemed to do.

"No, not quite daytime yet," whatever it was that passed for day now. "We still have a few hours yet, unless you were looking forward to leaving early."
//… and it was there, and her blade flicked out catching only air. She backed from the door, worn floorboards shivering with each misplaced step...// Fall of the Aelir Isles, Vol. III

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Re: Failing Light

Post by Annasiel » Sat Sep 15, 2018 1:30 am

Aurora yawned, stifling it on the back of her hand. She might have been able to sleep a little more, if she tried, but she wasn't particularly ready nor willing. Not if she had to face another dream like that. Instead, she pulled back her blankets, swung her feet off the edge of the bed, and stretched, leaning back to give Camelia a half-hearted smile.

"Might as well, right? I'm up, you're up, and people want to kill me. Faster we get to the magi, the better," she responded, a hint of despondency in her voice.
Alone she drifts from ancient mists
Nary a candle, nary a wish
But in the wont of wandering paths
Through wooded knolls, and windworn crags
She seeks a face she thought as friend
But now -- she thinks as judgement's end

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Re: Failing Light

Post by UmbraSight » Sat Sep 15, 2018 1:40 am

"Might as well," Camelia echoed, offering up her own half-hearted shrug to Aurora's smile. She reached out momentarily placed a hand on the girl's shoulder, before slipping off the bed and returning to her feet. "I'll go get dressed and grab my tools then. Go take a quick bath, the water will do wonders waking you up again."
//… and it was there, and her blade flicked out catching only air. She backed from the door, worn floorboards shivering with each misplaced step...// Fall of the Aelir Isles, Vol. III

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Re: Failing Light

Post by Annasiel » Wed Sep 19, 2018 7:43 am

The water did do wonders in waking her up, but not in the ways Camelia might have intended. With quick leaving on her mind, little time to stoke a fire, she had to make do with the ground-chilled water straight from the cistern. She shivered as she slipped into the basin, sharp goosebumps dancing their way across her arms, but she forced herself to sit and wash for a good five minutes before she decided she couldn't stand it anymore. Teeth chattering and body shaking, Aurora stepped out of the tub, then forced herself to put on her old clothes.

She didn't like wearing the same things twice, especially after taking a bath, but it wasn't like Cutter had anything that would fit her. Or Camelia, for that matter. The thought of Camelia brought to mind how damaged and stained her old outfit had been, and she cringed at the thought. Far worse than what she was putting herself through.

Dressed, still shivering, and relatively clean, Aurora slipped down the stairs into the atrium and waited patiently by the door.
Alone she drifts from ancient mists
Nary a candle, nary a wish
But in the wont of wandering paths
Through wooded knolls, and windworn crags
She seeks a face she thought as friend
But now -- she thinks as judgement's end

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Re: Failing Light

Post by UmbraSight » Fri Sep 21, 2018 1:17 am

The outfit was, for the most part, ruined. She wasn’t particularly surprised by this fact, but it remained an annoyance none the less. She would have to be picky with what she took along with her, and would have to do with one of Cutter’s oversized shirts. The latter hadn’t been too hard, she had found a shirt she could tie close enough to her form that loose cloth couldn’t be used as easily against her in the fight.

As if her wound wasn’t a worse hinderance to her performance.

Her weapons however, her outfit had been custom made to hold as many as possible, and with half of it scraps, she couldn’t carry all of them. Not that she would want all the weight with her chest throbbing. She had, with some hemming and hawing, chosen a selection she would take with her. She could make due until she could return for the rest or replace what she was giving away.

She had enough to get Aurora to the Magi, and for now that’s all she needed.

With that Camelia exited her room and descended the stairs, and was pleased to see Aurora already at the bottom shivering away.

“There, you look awake already.” Camelia said, with quick smile.
//… and it was there, and her blade flicked out catching only air. She backed from the door, worn floorboards shivering with each misplaced step...// Fall of the Aelir Isles, Vol. III

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Re: Failing Light

Post by Annasiel » Sat Sep 22, 2018 2:05 am

"And you look-"

Aurora caught herself before tiredness, for lack of a sober filter, made her say something she would certainly regret. Whatever her instinct was driving her to say, it probably wasn't polite. Camelia's present state didn't exactly merit polite words. The woman looked bedraggled, still holding back pain from her injuries, draped in a bagged shirt that did little justice to her frame. In it, she almost seemed small. Weak.

Of course, Aurora knew she was anything but.

"-wide awake," the girl finished, and the statement had an element of truth. Despite their short night, Camelia looked as though she had slept restfully. Or, perhaps, she hadn't slept at all, and the woman didn't need sleep. That was an odd thought. Best left untouched. The girl put her hand on the front door's knob, then paused, glancing back at Camelia for her directive. It wouldn't be a good start to her morning for an assassin to slit her throat the moment she stepped outside.
Alone she drifts from ancient mists
Nary a candle, nary a wish
But in the wont of wandering paths
Through wooded knolls, and windworn crags
She seeks a face she thought as friend
But now -- she thinks as judgement's end

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