by Isla on Tue Dec 20, 2016 12:35 am
There was a moment when she considered not sleeping, considered not wanting to let him in that much but it wasn’t like she had anything to hide. She sighed quietly, her eyes closing a moment and she started to slip into a quiet sleep, leaving her mind open enough for him to see. There were a few moments that seemed nothing but a paused scene, villages, small towns, cities. Her voice echoed, talking of Uvelcra and his tenants, the history as she had read and understood, his laws, his chaos, his fire. It echoed over the pictures, random moments, parties attended which she always left early to retire in quiet. Stables slept in, random inn’s and campsites, her horse going lame, an overwhelming sadness as she left it in the hands of a farmer who had started to heal the animal. Pictures of letters written, handed off for posting but none ever returned, a cold night where the only shelter was in a cave that smelled of rot.
She’d been through many things but seemingly very well through all of them until the end. She had made it, three days from home and everything seemed so perfect, other than being exhausted, wanting nothing more than to return to her own home, to crawl into her own bath and to cuddle with her pets, at least if she had any left. She’d left money, enough to sustain them or so she hoped, if not then the hope of them being looked after by those she’d left them in care of would be enough so she could repay them later.
It was if the time had slowed, each moment of that walk almost painfully slow then it went back to normal speed, men with cloth covering their faces jumped out at her, one knocking her weapon, a simple staff from her before she could use it. She was then hit on the head, mostly everything went black after, there were sounds, the pain flooded but there was not much more until what seemed like hours later when her only driving thought was to make it back to Valencia where she could at least be found and maybe brought back, or if not, buried properly and not left to rot. The rest of the memories were cold, nothing much more than that, pure and utter chill that washed over her.
Her eyes popped open a moment, there were guards being loud, saying something about having an animal in the temple. One had screamed that there was a swan and she opened her mouth, “Ely...” she shivered, “bring me Ely..” she groaned a little more and lay her head back on the pillow, the warmth placing her into a moment of peace.