Anabelle was first to awaken and prepare the meal to start Rivienne's day. The Elezen had not slept much, using only a few moments of reprieve to give her the energy needed to commence the day. But, it showed in her eyes, the weariness had dulled them and no longer did they hold a mischievous glimmer. Thoughts kept her awake, mostly on how to guarantee that she would not be played in the end, though she had a feeling it was bound to happen. In her room, she heard the knock of the door downstairs, knowing that the delivery of her instructions had arrived. The bed was untouched from the previous evening; Rivienne had taken a nap on the desk after writing out the ingredients she needed for a few phials. The document was put away, in order for her not to forget when morning arrived.
The smell of food filled the air when Anabelle came up after a few moments passed. Her eyes sought out the bed and found it vacant of the Elezen, who had been dressing herself in front of the full length mirror. The tray, and documentations, are settled on the small desk where Rivienne had occupied.
“Would you like anything to eat, before you go? I noticed.. that your candle burned down to the very wick, were you up all eve?â€
Rivienne adjusts her bracers and glances past her shoulder, “Aye, I had a bit of work to do. Leave the parchment at the foot of the bed, I have to get Avenger and rush to find someone. I rather not ask anyone here for their assistance, I rather not raise suspicions.†With those words, her satchel was slung over her shoulder and turns to the tray at the side table of the bed. She swipes a piece of walnut bread that rests over a pair of runny eggs and bows her head to Anabelle.
It didn't take long to reclaim Avenger from the stables in Dragonhead, but the travel across the land was enough to cause them both a bit of wear. The balm used on Avenger's legs kept him from being nipped by frost, thankfully, warmer climates were ahead – and before night turned to morning, she was at the gates of Ul'dah. It was here that she sought Thaarus, hopefully he received her missive and had received it in proper time. In two suns, she spoke of returning, but her reasons had changed.
Their rendezvous was not meant to be secretive, except for the words that were to be exchanged. In Quicksand they crossed one another and it was there that she asked a favor of him that would cause him concern. There, under the sickly glow of amber and surrounded by the sea of bodies, whilst washed over by cacophony, Rivienne shared with him the necessary items she would need sent to her. A poison so potent that it would render one defenseless for days, sleeping potions to bring down the most sturdiest of men and a concoction of paralyzing agents to shut down the functions of the body.
The dislike, of her situation, was written across his features; it was hard to avoid it when her eyes focused solely on his own. She wished not to share the reasons why she requested these items ..
.. but he needed not an explanation, her unshaken resolve made it clear what her intentions were. A huntress had little need for such solutions when taking down a beast. Unless there was a bigger monster she wished to slay.
Carvallain.
Their departure was bittersweet. No kiss graced their lips, no subtle caress of their hands, nothing but a farewell lingered in the heated air. Seeing his face was enough to revitalize her for the journey back, for she could not stay. She should have asked him to watch Eudalie, who kept mentioning meeting her in Coerthas. Like Thaarus, she wished not to involve another in her personal business – even the Adders were kept in the dark. The request never slipped from her lips, she was too engrossed in her own troublesome, and worrisome thoughts, in believing that she may not see Thaarus again.
The smell of food filled the air when Anabelle came up after a few moments passed. Her eyes sought out the bed and found it vacant of the Elezen, who had been dressing herself in front of the full length mirror. The tray, and documentations, are settled on the small desk where Rivienne had occupied.
“Would you like anything to eat, before you go? I noticed.. that your candle burned down to the very wick, were you up all eve?â€
Rivienne adjusts her bracers and glances past her shoulder, “Aye, I had a bit of work to do. Leave the parchment at the foot of the bed, I have to get Avenger and rush to find someone. I rather not ask anyone here for their assistance, I rather not raise suspicions.†With those words, her satchel was slung over her shoulder and turns to the tray at the side table of the bed. She swipes a piece of walnut bread that rests over a pair of runny eggs and bows her head to Anabelle.
It didn't take long to reclaim Avenger from the stables in Dragonhead, but the travel across the land was enough to cause them both a bit of wear. The balm used on Avenger's legs kept him from being nipped by frost, thankfully, warmer climates were ahead – and before night turned to morning, she was at the gates of Ul'dah. It was here that she sought Thaarus, hopefully he received her missive and had received it in proper time. In two suns, she spoke of returning, but her reasons had changed.
Their rendezvous was not meant to be secretive, except for the words that were to be exchanged. In Quicksand they crossed one another and it was there that she asked a favor of him that would cause him concern. There, under the sickly glow of amber and surrounded by the sea of bodies, whilst washed over by cacophony, Rivienne shared with him the necessary items she would need sent to her. A poison so potent that it would render one defenseless for days, sleeping potions to bring down the most sturdiest of men and a concoction of paralyzing agents to shut down the functions of the body.
The dislike, of her situation, was written across his features; it was hard to avoid it when her eyes focused solely on his own. She wished not to share the reasons why she requested these items ..
.. but he needed not an explanation, her unshaken resolve made it clear what her intentions were. A huntress had little need for such solutions when taking down a beast. Unless there was a bigger monster she wished to slay.
Carvallain.
Their departure was bittersweet. No kiss graced their lips, no subtle caress of their hands, nothing but a farewell lingered in the heated air. Seeing his face was enough to revitalize her for the journey back, for she could not stay. She should have asked him to watch Eudalie, who kept mentioning meeting her in Coerthas. Like Thaarus, she wished not to involve another in her personal business – even the Adders were kept in the dark. The request never slipped from her lips, she was too engrossed in her own troublesome, and worrisome thoughts, in believing that she may not see Thaarus again.
“Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.â€
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