It had been a long day.
Adeya let out a long, tired breath as she entered her room and pulled the door closed behind her, the lock falling into place with a small, satisfying snap. Stifling a yawn with her free hand, the blue haired Keeper strode across the floor to lay the two bags she’s carrying gently on top of her desk, before sitting down to strip off leather boots caked in a foul smelling mixture of mud, grime, and gods only knew what else.
With a relieved expression on her face, for a brief moment her eyes wandered longingly towards her bed. She had no doubt that at this very moment the other members of the Alliance would be sinking into their own beds, probably happy to finally be getting a chance to rest after all the work they had done.
Yet she wouldn’t be joining them. It had been a long day, yes, but there was no way she’d be able to sleep now.
Her mind was racing as she began to carefully, almost painstakingly empty the contents of the two bags. Orbs, papers, rubble, crystals… her hands were practically trembling with excitement at the treasure trove of objects that their teams had brought back from their trek into the Wanderer’s Palace. It would take her days, perhaps even weeks, to sort through, catalog, and run the necessary tests on all of it.
And then there was the one piece that interested her in particular.
Reaching with cautious, almost reverent fingers into her pocket, she pulled out the item that she had neglected to mention to either the people in her own group or Asheloux. At first she had thought that it was just another crystal, albeit an oddly colored one, yet from the moment that she had picked it up she knew that that wasn’t the case—or at least, not the entire case.
“What are you?†she breathed to the crystal cradled in her hands. She didn’t really expect an answer from it (it was, after all, a rock), yet for just the briefest instant she would have sworn that she felt the power contained within it stir slightly in response to the question. With a hiss of surprise, she dropped the crystal onto the desk and just sat staring at it for a long moment as it laid there, its dark blue surface glinting innocuously in the lamplight. Finally she laughed weakly.
“I must be tired,†she muttered to herself. Shaking her head at her own folly, she pulled a stack of papers towards her, resolving to deal with the matter of the crystal when she was more awake. Yet every now and then as she worked she snuck a glance towards it, as if she half-expected to find that it had decided to move on its own or something. And every time she looked away disappointed, for the soulstone just continued to lay where she had left it. Waiting.
Adeya let out a long, tired breath as she entered her room and pulled the door closed behind her, the lock falling into place with a small, satisfying snap. Stifling a yawn with her free hand, the blue haired Keeper strode across the floor to lay the two bags she’s carrying gently on top of her desk, before sitting down to strip off leather boots caked in a foul smelling mixture of mud, grime, and gods only knew what else.
With a relieved expression on her face, for a brief moment her eyes wandered longingly towards her bed. She had no doubt that at this very moment the other members of the Alliance would be sinking into their own beds, probably happy to finally be getting a chance to rest after all the work they had done.
Yet she wouldn’t be joining them. It had been a long day, yes, but there was no way she’d be able to sleep now.
Her mind was racing as she began to carefully, almost painstakingly empty the contents of the two bags. Orbs, papers, rubble, crystals… her hands were practically trembling with excitement at the treasure trove of objects that their teams had brought back from their trek into the Wanderer’s Palace. It would take her days, perhaps even weeks, to sort through, catalog, and run the necessary tests on all of it.
And then there was the one piece that interested her in particular.
Reaching with cautious, almost reverent fingers into her pocket, she pulled out the item that she had neglected to mention to either the people in her own group or Asheloux. At first she had thought that it was just another crystal, albeit an oddly colored one, yet from the moment that she had picked it up she knew that that wasn’t the case—or at least, not the entire case.
“What are you?†she breathed to the crystal cradled in her hands. She didn’t really expect an answer from it (it was, after all, a rock), yet for just the briefest instant she would have sworn that she felt the power contained within it stir slightly in response to the question. With a hiss of surprise, she dropped the crystal onto the desk and just sat staring at it for a long moment as it laid there, its dark blue surface glinting innocuously in the lamplight. Finally she laughed weakly.
“I must be tired,†she muttered to herself. Shaking her head at her own folly, she pulled a stack of papers towards her, resolving to deal with the matter of the crystal when she was more awake. Yet every now and then as she worked she snuck a glance towards it, as if she half-expected to find that it had decided to move on its own or something. And every time she looked away disappointed, for the soulstone just continued to lay where she had left it. Waiting.
