Invisible and silent a single wisp of air moved against the current of wind. It had news to deliver. From the Goblet it carried the words spoken at Raubahn's Salute far from the speakers. Far from the woman that it had been assigned to follow. The wind, unthinking, knew only it's task. The value of the words it carried and the consequences of the delivery were things it had no conception of. No means to question if the thing should be done. It could only do it.
It impossibly wound it's way higher and higher into the mountains of Abalathia's Spine. It swept along high stone walls before slipping through a lattice covered window. The room it entered was warm and dark. Coals that ever-burned in the fireplace provided a dull heartbeat of light to the room, a heartbeat that mirrored the one who had kindled the endless fire long ago. The breath of wind carried it's words along the floor, then curling up the leg of the elegantly carved chair and to the statuesque woman who sat watching the coals.
The message was delivered in a whisper and the cruel lips of the woman split into a smile.
It impossibly wound it's way higher and higher into the mountains of Abalathia's Spine. It swept along high stone walls before slipping through a lattice covered window. The room it entered was warm and dark. Coals that ever-burned in the fireplace provided a dull heartbeat of light to the room, a heartbeat that mirrored the one who had kindled the endless fire long ago. The breath of wind carried it's words along the floor, then curling up the leg of the elegantly carved chair and to the statuesque woman who sat watching the coals.
The message was delivered in a whisper and the cruel lips of the woman split into a smile.
