The fire burns orange and red and smoke winds into the clear night sky. It is the only light for miles in the desolate waste of Thanalan. A deeply tanned hand reaches out and claws through the smoke. Blackened fingertips curl and two fingers that have been crafted to be more claw at the tip than nail slice through a tendril of smoke to set it loose on it's own.
Cloudy eyes watch the smoke for a moment, seeing the gesture and twist as it moves through the air. Another wave of that hand and it is gone and a low, animal snarl finds the air.
"The flame is hiding in the fire... but I find you... I find you..." A low voice grates like gravel in a can as attention turns back to the flame. She can see the flame. The flittering flame that dances through the fire like a rabbit trying to avoid the hawk. She needs only to find the smoke from that flame and the path will come clear.
Find the flame in the fire. Chase the smoke. It was close. So very, very close. It drew her closer and closer to Ul'dah. To civilization. To all the light and the noise. She hated it but the flame was guiding her now and she trusted it. There was no truth greater than what the flame had shown her in the past. Yet now it played coy.
But she would find it. She would find him.
Cloudy eyes watch the smoke for a moment, seeing the gesture and twist as it moves through the air. Another wave of that hand and it is gone and a low, animal snarl finds the air.
"The flame is hiding in the fire... but I find you... I find you..." A low voice grates like gravel in a can as attention turns back to the flame. She can see the flame. The flittering flame that dances through the fire like a rabbit trying to avoid the hawk. She needs only to find the smoke from that flame and the path will come clear.
Find the flame in the fire. Chase the smoke. It was close. So very, very close. It drew her closer and closer to Ul'dah. To civilization. To all the light and the noise. She hated it but the flame was guiding her now and she trusted it. There was no truth greater than what the flame had shown her in the past. Yet now it played coy.
But she would find it. She would find him.
