The wooden door, behind her steps, creaks in supplication until it finally latches shut. Here, where candlelight dances across the room, and splashes shadows upon the walls, Rivienne shields herself from the world beyond this rented space. Golden tresses brush along her flushed cheeks; anger had finally reached her countenance and caused her flesh to heat to a new degree. Her facade finally falters, now that she is met with privacy.
In both arms, pressed against the cerulean fabric of her bliaud, was the leather-worn journal, which had seen better days, and the bundle of parchments given to her by Obsidian Hornet. The news they bear has stricken her of joy and left a swelling of pain at the pit of her stomach. To know that her mother had involved herself in such acts, such atrocities, would not sit well with anyone.
Silent footfalls carried her across the room to the well made bed that awaited her return. Upon the sheets, she placed the bundle and unfurled it once more to look at the documentation Hornet has left her with. She was thorough in her research and appeared to have translated the entire journal for her. Yet questions still lingered as to why she choice to stray away from learning and mastering the aetheric flow to obsessing over the void?
She was mild-mannered, with a voice of a bird, eyes filled of tenderness and a touch to match such. Rivienne could not imagine her conducting vile experiments, perverting their family name in such a fashion. Memories were now tainted and twisted by this new-found information. Rivienne knows that this could not be the end of her tale, for this journal ends abruptly, according to the notes taken by her friend, Hornet. There is much more left untold.
Seems she will have to uncover it herself.
In both arms, pressed against the cerulean fabric of her bliaud, was the leather-worn journal, which had seen better days, and the bundle of parchments given to her by Obsidian Hornet. The news they bear has stricken her of joy and left a swelling of pain at the pit of her stomach. To know that her mother had involved herself in such acts, such atrocities, would not sit well with anyone.
Silent footfalls carried her across the room to the well made bed that awaited her return. Upon the sheets, she placed the bundle and unfurled it once more to look at the documentation Hornet has left her with. She was thorough in her research and appeared to have translated the entire journal for her. Yet questions still lingered as to why she choice to stray away from learning and mastering the aetheric flow to obsessing over the void?
She was mild-mannered, with a voice of a bird, eyes filled of tenderness and a touch to match such. Rivienne could not imagine her conducting vile experiments, perverting their family name in such a fashion. Memories were now tainted and twisted by this new-found information. Rivienne knows that this could not be the end of her tale, for this journal ends abruptly, according to the notes taken by her friend, Hornet. There is much more left untold.
Seems she will have to uncover it herself.
