Long curtains were drawn back from the thin, wood-framed glass doors. Coatleque slowly opened them and stepped onto the small balcony. There was a breeze tonight which caught her gown, blowing it sideways. The glow of the streetlamps below reflected off glassy eyes. To anyone who may have seen her silhouette against the darkness, she may have seemed as some mournful spirit high above. It had been over a week since he had left for Coerthas. Days since she had heard any word.
She had moved her room at the Inn to the northern side, and also paid a little more now for the privilege of the balcony overseeing the gate below. It was a small overlook, with barely enough depth for one person to stand, let alone the small chair she had placed there as well. Upon this she sat as she leaned and looked over the ledge towards the gate until her eyes became heavy.
Still no news. No messenger. Nobody came. Her arms crossed each other leaning on the ledge as her forehead met them in prayer. She offered her supplications on his behalf once more, as she had done each night since his leaving.
To Halone, to keep the chill of Coerthas away from his heart.
To Rhalgr, that his enemy would meet its end swiftly at his hands.
To Menphina, that he would not forget her words at their parting.
To Llymlaen, that she would guide him back safely to her.
To Althyk, that she would herself be able to bear the toll of days.
And to Nymeia that their story would not end here and now in tragedy.
Not till she had finished did she allow herself to drift once more to sleep. Still sitting, vigilant, waiting for her love's safe return.
She had moved her room at the Inn to the northern side, and also paid a little more now for the privilege of the balcony overseeing the gate below. It was a small overlook, with barely enough depth for one person to stand, let alone the small chair she had placed there as well. Upon this she sat as she leaned and looked over the ledge towards the gate until her eyes became heavy.
Still no news. No messenger. Nobody came. Her arms crossed each other leaning on the ledge as her forehead met them in prayer. She offered her supplications on his behalf once more, as she had done each night since his leaving.
To Halone, to keep the chill of Coerthas away from his heart.
To Rhalgr, that his enemy would meet its end swiftly at his hands.
To Menphina, that he would not forget her words at their parting.
To Llymlaen, that she would guide him back safely to her.
To Althyk, that she would herself be able to bear the toll of days.
And to Nymeia that their story would not end here and now in tragedy.
Not till she had finished did she allow herself to drift once more to sleep. Still sitting, vigilant, waiting for her love's safe return.
