Journeying

As the sun sank into the west and night descended gently on the capital city of Britannia, a figure emerged upon the balcony of Castle Blackthorn. There was no sound from the feminine silohuette as she passed through the barely open doorway. Gone were her accustomed layers of silks and lace, and with them the rustles they would make when she moved. Instead she wore a simple cotton dress of the peasantry. A single bag hung suspended from one shoulder, just large enough to accomodate what she counted as indispensable for her journey, and in her opposite hand was an unlit lantern.

Many cycles of Sosaria's two moons had passed since she and Mihail had first found themselves free of the Dread Realm, and inhabitants of this world. They had learned some of the ways, and made their 'home' in the abandoned halls of a keep nestled on an island. It was isolated, yet close enough to a bustling population. A perfect place for two such as they. Many memories were forged in their time, and many heartaches, if such creatures could feel that particular color of pain.

Elizaveta looked down at the old cushioned throne, recalling briefly the act that had caused Mihail to abandon her in this world, to leave her alone. And the Feyborn Deleaduindill had taken her gift, returned to the Dread Realm, and sometime while he was gone, he changed. He'd taken pause to explain to her the nature of what happened to him, but in truth she could not hear, could not understand. The gift she'd given was undone, but Mihail was still gone. She was still alone.

She decided she would find him. Mihail was her other half, in this half life that they lived. Without him she was a shell, a walking husk, living only in shadows and whispers. She had repaired every tapestry within Castle Blackthorn and had even woven a few new ones in the time she'd spent there. Now it was time to act, to step out into the world.

Elizaveta had never gone anywhere without Mihail, beholden as she was to the curse her Grandmother had laid on her upon her death, but now what choice did she have?

The light of the twin moons shone down on her upturned face. The dark pools of her eyes reflected back their light and she exhaled his name into the night, calling to him, hoping he would hear her;

Mihail.

Without another word, another thought, or even another sound, she disappeared from the balcony and began her journey.

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> As the sun sank into the west and night descended gently on the capital city of Britannia, a figure emerged upon the balcony of Castle Blackthorn. There was no sound from the feminine silohuette as she passed through the barely open doorway. Gone were her accustomed layers of silks and lace, and with them the rustles they would make when she moved. Instead she wore a simple cotton dress of the peasantry. A single bag hung suspended from one shoulder, just large enough to accomodate what she counted as indispensable for her journey, and in her opposite hand was an unlit lantern. > Many cycles of Sosaria's two moons had passed since she and Mihail had first found themselves free of the Dread Realm, and inhabitants of this world. They had learned some of the ways, and made their 'home' in the abandoned halls of a keep nestled on an island. It was isolated, yet close enough to a bustling population. A perfect place for two such as they. Many memories were forged in their time, and many heartaches, if such creatures could feel that particular color of pain. > Elizaveta looked down at the old cushioned throne, recalling briefly the act that had caused Mihail to abandon her in this world, to leave her alone. And the Feyborn Deleaduindill had taken her gift, returned to the Dread Realm, and sometime while he was gone, he changed. He'd taken pause to explain to her the nature of what happened to him, but in truth she could not hear, could not understand. The gift she'd given was undone, but Mihail was still gone. She was still alone. > She decided she would find him. Mihail was her other half, in this half life that they lived. Without him she was a shell, a walking husk, living only in shadows and whispers. She had repaired every tapestry within Castle Blackthorn and had even woven a few new ones in the time she'd spent there. Now it was time to act, to step out into the world. > Elizaveta had never gone anywhere without Mihail, beholden as she was to the curse her Grandmother had laid on her upon her death, but now what choice did she have? > The light of the twin moons shone down on her upturned face. The dark pools of her eyes reflected back their light and she exhaled his name into the night, calling to him, hoping he would hear her; > <center><i>Mihail.</i></center> > Without another word, another thought, or even another sound, she disappeared from the balcony and began her journey.
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