Who: Nimue, Tristan and possibly Manannan. What: Reunion When: Week 7 (Will change if wrong on beginning week) Where: Fallen City Rating: N/a
With a soft sigh, Nimue sat down and buried her face in her hands. This quest was completely hopeless, she'd never find Tristan at this rate and it was driving her up the wall with questions and paranoia. God, how she wished that she could find him; her brother was the one thing that would make sense in all of this. Looking up, she tucked that long, blonde hair behind her ear and just watched as the people moved by. She hadn't tried searching for Manannaan, because she figured if her brother was still alive, he'd be with him. That would be rather pointless and trying to find either of them at this point was rather pointless. She needed to find them, namely her brother. It didn't matter that she had grown up this long without him, she still needed him.
Smoothing the pants along her legs, those blue-gray eyes stared out at the world that looked back at her with jaded eyes. Then again, she had her own jaded eyes when it came down to it. She had watched her family be slaughtered by demons and she had watched everything that she had loved and held dear disappear right in front of her eyes. True, she was just a child then but she would never forget the voice or the face of the man that ordered the attack. Rather, the demon. Hate burned in her stomach as she sat there with her hands clenched, hate and pain and so many other things that she had learned to lock away created a ball in her stomach and she felt that black pit of rage inside of her open up and swallow it all down. That was her problem: she was a healer but she couldn't heal scars of the soul; not hers, not anyones. She had tried it and nearly killed herself trying, physical wounds she could heal but not soul wounds. She had learned to live with hers and learned to live with them as best as she could.
Those slender legs stretched out in front of her for a moment before she looked up at the sky to stare at those endless clouds and wonderful light. Tears sparkled in her eyes before they slid down her cheeks: grief. She couldn't just give up; she had to find Tristan and she had to find Manannaan, she wasn't the dainty child they had known anymore. Would Tristan even recognize her? Would he even wonder how she had survived?
To be honest, Nimue didn't remember how she had survived. She remembered a blade in her stomach, those blue-gray eyes staring up at the demon who had stabbed her with hatred sparkling in them. She remembered him pulling the blade out and her stumbling walk out of the village, as if searching for something. She could remember hearing the wolves howl in the distance, knowing that if she made it into the forest they couldn't track her, but she also knew that she'd lose her brother if she made it there. Despite the pain or perhaps because of it and the fact that she knew she was soon to die, she made herself walk every painful step until she had collapsed in front of a violet eyed wolf who just stared at her for a moment before gently grabbing her arm and dragging her into the forest. There, inside of a cave, her healing powers had kicked in; survival instinct took over the fact that she knew she should be dead and her body forced herself to heal, pulled more energy than she had to give but the arms that held her sung to her in a gentle lullaby.
She had healed and she had found herself capable of healing others; she slept for days on end after that and memories of what had happened to her family was blocked out; she went searching and saw her mother had been killed, dead and split open. Her father lying over as if he had been trying to protect her mother and all she remembered was pain, grief, and hatred at the demons who had dared attack her people.
Nimue snapped out of the memory and shoved the pain away again as she stood up. There was no point in just sitting here, she needed to find Tristan and soon. Up ahead, she saw someone and her heartbeat picked up; could it really be? No...but her footsteps increased and she ran.
"Trist!" It was instinctive, though she knew she had made this mistake before and remembered all those times she had felt like an idiot when it hadn't been him at all. God, she hoped that she was right this time.