Alatáriël Léralondë (leralonde) wrote in caeleste, @ 2009-04-15 22:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | chosen, elemmírë |
The Barren Throne
And she might have told him the same thing if he hadn't the temerity to just drink out of the fountain - instead her hands reached out for him as he fell backwards, grabbing him for that brief nanosecond before the sheer weight of the man tore himself from her fingertips, jerking herself away from the wall and onto the floor beside him.
Elemmire had expected fire and brimstone - holy by nature, to descent on them as per the stories told to her as a young acolyte but so far, the entire journey had been nothing but a joke and even divine comedy of sorts - which she half suspected if the Gods were indeed laughing at the duo for all the precautions they had taken.
On the ground for a moment, all she could hear was her own rapid and shallow breathing before it was interrupted by the incessant sound of water beating on the marble basin. Her eyes slowly moved around the room and before she knew it, the elf was standing before the mythical fountain numbly by herself as the water chimed in a melodious pattern akin children singing a rhyme.
How much did she want this? To live?
She who could not even acknowledge the slow circling of drain of the curse to Skandra earlier. She who in many ways, seen too much, heard too much, done too much - was she also too far removed from any ecclesiastical power's aid? And she, who never quite believed too much in anything.
Elemmire thought she saw something as she inched closer to the water. What did she have to lose, the elf wondered to herself as she stared at the frightening apparition in the water, nothing. To be struck down now would be more of a release than torture.
I'm sorry. She heard herself whisper as her hands plunged into the fountain, cupping and she leaning in to drink deeply from her hands like child.
At first, she felt nothing but the coldness of the water that quenched her thirst like any other drink would. Upon the realization that nothing had happened, a wide smile of relief cracked on her lips as she took a step back. Elemmire wanted to turn, wake Skandra and get out of her but as she did, her legs seemed to stop responding to her will and instead, sent her tumbling onto the floor, next to the immortal. The sound of her hand smacking on the floor was all she heard before darkness enveloped her.