A battlefield...; No,
A sparring yard...; No,
A tournament...
The Grindstone. She was watching the Grindstone. Yes, the scenery was very specific. The Arbiter stood looming overhead - a dark and ominous figure that rose to the sky and stared downward with bright white eyes that observed all. Wings of black tendrils swirled outward from his back to envelop the remainder of the horizon.
Her attention fell to the fighters in the center. A skilled and seasoned man with an axe contending with a smaller dextrous knife fighter. The two fought for what seemed like hours, neither gaining advantage over the other. Every blow struck by the one to be quickly returned by the other. As the fight drew on the axeman began to weary and her growing concern caused her to cry out to him.
Despite his better judgement, the warrior was distracted by her cry just long enough for his opponent to strike once more. A mortal blow that brought the man to his knees. But before the victor could secure his winnings a blinding flash of blue overtook the field. Suddenly the positions were reversed, and the thinner man was led away in chains.
"Claim your prize, Warrior" The commanding voice fell from above and she began to move towards him slowly. Before she could take her rightful place, another woman moved to take his arm and pressed her body to his side. They stared at each other in near disbelief and she backed away slowly. The man removed his helmlet then to reveal an all too familiar face.
"What can you provide for me?"
The question hung accusingly in the air as she continued to back away. She shouted at him. Screamed even, all of the virtues she could provide, things she could do, would do - for him. No voice came forth despite any effort on her part.
She watched him turn to embrace this other woman even as the snow began to fall around them. Fesca's wash slowly faded into a sea of white.
Coatleque awoke, but not in a start. There was no panic or sweat. She was simply cold. Bitterly so. For the first night ever in the Hourglass of Ul'dah, she pulled the covers tightly around herself and huddled up for warmth.
A sparring yard...; No,
A tournament...
The Grindstone. She was watching the Grindstone. Yes, the scenery was very specific. The Arbiter stood looming overhead - a dark and ominous figure that rose to the sky and stared downward with bright white eyes that observed all. Wings of black tendrils swirled outward from his back to envelop the remainder of the horizon.
Her attention fell to the fighters in the center. A skilled and seasoned man with an axe contending with a smaller dextrous knife fighter. The two fought for what seemed like hours, neither gaining advantage over the other. Every blow struck by the one to be quickly returned by the other. As the fight drew on the axeman began to weary and her growing concern caused her to cry out to him.
Despite his better judgement, the warrior was distracted by her cry just long enough for his opponent to strike once more. A mortal blow that brought the man to his knees. But before the victor could secure his winnings a blinding flash of blue overtook the field. Suddenly the positions were reversed, and the thinner man was led away in chains.
"Claim your prize, Warrior" The commanding voice fell from above and she began to move towards him slowly. Before she could take her rightful place, another woman moved to take his arm and pressed her body to his side. They stared at each other in near disbelief and she backed away slowly. The man removed his helmlet then to reveal an all too familiar face.
"What can you provide for me?"
The question hung accusingly in the air as she continued to back away. She shouted at him. Screamed even, all of the virtues she could provide, things she could do, would do - for him. No voice came forth despite any effort on her part.
She watched him turn to embrace this other woman even as the snow began to fall around them. Fesca's wash slowly faded into a sea of white.
Coatleque awoke, but not in a start. There was no panic or sweat. She was simply cold. Bitterly so. For the first night ever in the Hourglass of Ul'dah, she pulled the covers tightly around herself and huddled up for warmth.
