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fairy tales and ashes - Daesn'yri - 04-13-2025
Daesn'yri |
once upon a time, there was a throne made of
Iron & Blood
Perhaps, she considered, she was simply far earlier than she'd thought originally. She sat at the small dining table within the breakfast nook of the winery as she had a few times before. One of the vast estates upon Odersten's edge that the Beleveron's so owned. It was the only one that she had been privy to in her time living among the vipers, so she could only assume that it was here his letter indicated. She could still feel the rays of the sun cascading across her countenance, one that was becoming more warm honey than not since her freedom from the estate had been bought with blood. She faced the open window, her left hand curled to perch her chin upon, her right fingers drifting aimlessly to and fro between tracing the grains of wood upon the smooth table top and the softness of Vutris's fur as he lay at her side. Or maybe his own errands were keeping him late. Regardless, if he was not here soon, she would be departing. While this place wasn't well known through the hold, nor was it ever properly staffed in her time of knowing it, it wouldn't do for one of the workers to find her here, should one meander by. Her 'eyes' kept watch, but their sight was not something she was incredibly used to as of yet. Moivreg would only tell her concentrate, that it was a power she merely had to tame, but the way the focus often shifted rapidly between the different sets of gilded leaf wings oft times left her more disoriented than if she allowed the world to remain dark around her. A slight smile curled the edges of her lips, however, as they began to move, to converge upon the path in a busy whirl of what merely appeared at a glance to be golden leaves before slowly dissipating and returning to her with glimpses of the host she'd been expecting.They danced through the window, their wings deftly tracing against her features as the contented themselves to settle softly upon her hair. A benign incandescence illuminated them, akin to small candles and the flickering of the wicks were just the idle motion of their wings. As Vutris moved, she knew that it wouldn't be long now, a growing sensation of nerves writhing within her. How long had it been since they'd last crossed paths? She would somber, vaguely. How long had it been since she had fallen under Moivreg's wing? What would he think?What would he say? Her heart sank as she would absently touch the same gilded laurels of the butterflies that masked her ruination. They were soft, unnaturally so in masking where the pools of azure used to be. No matter how much her attendants had tried to brush them away to tend to the wounds beneath, only more would unfurl to ensure the blight would remain obscured. A gift, he had called it, but connected as they were, Dae knew the truth was it was to cover his regret. Every time he looked upon her, all he witnessed was the testimony of the loyalty he asked of her, and the consequences of it had become painful to witness. This was the first time her grudging, albeit graceful, acceptance had been reduced to fret since A sensation she tried not to entertain as she heard the hinges on the door. "You're late." The thickness of her dialect was further accented by a simper. |
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