in the shadows Who: Elia, Aeria, Lazralene When: Just after they woke up the dead girl Where: Summerhall, Lazralene's chambers Rating: R Status: Closed. Ask if you want to join.
Lazralene had taken her own mask off to place it over Elia's face as they left the chamber. Too many people knew she was dead, Aeria reminded herself. William, Rhaeys, Rhaeys' men, Aenyris, Jaehaerys, the maester, the wretched peasant who found her... Why oh why had R'hllor done this?
She was shaking. Returning the dead to life was a rare miracle. It had happened to the Lightning Lord, to Lady Stoneheart. And what wretched fate was that? Her sister now must share it? Aeria did not dare look at her companions until Lazralene led them into the red priestess's own chambers.
In the sunlight her sister was... healed. The bruises remained, but her neck was not broken, nor did her hand fall strangely. The cuts on her lip and across her cheek had not disappeared either, but for all the signs of life about her, Aeria could not forget her sister's cold dead form laying across the table.
"She lives, your grace," Lazralene's voice was quiet and even. Aeria only shook her head.
"I saw her dead. I saw her, priestess. And so did many others."
"Call it a miracle then. R'hllor has graced your house with his light, a reward for your years of study, and hers perhaps."
Alive. Alive, but dead. She had died. The dead should not return. A half a lifetime of devotions to the Seven reminded her of the Stranger's role, and the circles of the world. And yet, it was Elia. Returned to them, against all odds. Oh, Gods help them all, she'd already sent word to Myrwin...
"Elia?" Aeria forced herself to turn to her sister, to look at her without turning away. Elia had not spoken on their hurried flight up the stairs, and even now seemed caught in some waking dream. But perhaps it was only natural, if that word could be applied to dead girls brought back by fire and shadow. "Can you tell me what happened?"