Marbella felt it, the sudden anxiety in the air, commotion was taking place afar, and the winds whispered what ill fate would surround them if they were to linger. She turned to Rivienne, who falls to a knee at her approach.
“It is time,†Marbella whispered as she too kneels, but her hand reaches to the side of the dock closest to her, and dips her hand into the cooling waters. It trickles from her hand as she gathers some and reaches for Rivienne’s visage, which is contorted with a sorrow far too embedded within.
“Where there is shadow,†The Duskwight began to trace a finger upon the bronze flesh of the Wildwood, right on her forehead. With the water, she slowly begins to draw while speaking. Rivienne fell silent, listening, as her eyes were fixated on the floorboards before her and the white of her dress around her knees.
“There must be light as well, remember, child of the realm, spirit of the wind. Your wandering shall come to an end, and you will seek the freedom you desire,†Marbella smiled and pulled her hand away; what she drew was the symbol of Oschon. They held this position for a moment, finding silence was beneficial for the both of them; they let the significance of this farewell sink into their core.
Her hands cup Rivienne’s cheek and she helps her up to stand with her. Sylviel looks away, giving them some semblance of privacy; though he cared not for the Viper, the emotion in Marbella’s silver eyes held strong. She was shedding tears, and her pain was all too true.
“Virgil,†Rivienne turned to her companion since youth and smiled to him as she leaned down and brushed the top of his head, “Guide her, watch over her, until I return.†The wolf tilts his head with confusion, for goodbye was not something he knew of. From a pup, he was at her side, been there when her world fell apart at the news of her brother’s demise, and when it collided once more when her mother’s blood stained her hands. Now, as her world crashed, she would part ways with him.
“Pah! As if I need a companion,†the Duskwight smiled and felt Virgil brush against her leg; he too felt her sorrow.
Rivienne stepped back and slipped her hands over his face until she no longer graced him. Looking to Marbella, she bows her head and holds her position. “May the wind be at thy back, then, forever more.†She spoke quietly, straightened her frame, and languidly gave her back. Sylviel turned and sought her hand.
The rain finally ceased.
[ Final, Part III ]
“It is time,†Marbella whispered as she too kneels, but her hand reaches to the side of the dock closest to her, and dips her hand into the cooling waters. It trickles from her hand as she gathers some and reaches for Rivienne’s visage, which is contorted with a sorrow far too embedded within.
“Where there is shadow,†The Duskwight began to trace a finger upon the bronze flesh of the Wildwood, right on her forehead. With the water, she slowly begins to draw while speaking. Rivienne fell silent, listening, as her eyes were fixated on the floorboards before her and the white of her dress around her knees.
“There must be light as well, remember, child of the realm, spirit of the wind. Your wandering shall come to an end, and you will seek the freedom you desire,†Marbella smiled and pulled her hand away; what she drew was the symbol of Oschon. They held this position for a moment, finding silence was beneficial for the both of them; they let the significance of this farewell sink into their core.
Her hands cup Rivienne’s cheek and she helps her up to stand with her. Sylviel looks away, giving them some semblance of privacy; though he cared not for the Viper, the emotion in Marbella’s silver eyes held strong. She was shedding tears, and her pain was all too true.
“Virgil,†Rivienne turned to her companion since youth and smiled to him as she leaned down and brushed the top of his head, “Guide her, watch over her, until I return.†The wolf tilts his head with confusion, for goodbye was not something he knew of. From a pup, he was at her side, been there when her world fell apart at the news of her brother’s demise, and when it collided once more when her mother’s blood stained her hands. Now, as her world crashed, she would part ways with him.
“Pah! As if I need a companion,†the Duskwight smiled and felt Virgil brush against her leg; he too felt her sorrow.
Rivienne stepped back and slipped her hands over his face until she no longer graced him. Looking to Marbella, she bows her head and holds her position. “May the wind be at thy back, then, forever more.†She spoke quietly, straightened her frame, and languidly gave her back. Sylviel turned and sought her hand.
The rain finally ceased.
[ Final, Part III ]
