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Elessaria
Lady Fire of Evandar
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PostPosted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 3:16 pm    Post subject: Sunlight and Shadows Reply with quote

A strangled sob escaped upon a shuddered gasp. Elessaria felt strong arms tighten and draw her slender form closer, Luke's lips warm where they pressed against the crown of her hair. It was still a frequent occurrence, but at least the nightmares no longer haunted her ever single night as they had originally upon her escape from captivity a few months ago. The empath peeked up at her betrothed's handsome face while she tried to steady her skittering pulse. Dark lashes dusted his the tops of his cheeks, hiding the deep green eyes that had become her sanctuary. He continued to slumber peacefully, not fully roused from his own dreams since Eless settled back into the warm nest of silk sheets. With her cheek resting over his heart, she could easily see the scar he bore -- a souvenir of betrayal that he carried away along with his life.

The diminutive elfess had not yet revealed all the details of the torture she had undergone when both she and Adele had been captured by Him. The young street urchin was plucked during a delivery Eless had sent her on; innocent, lovely, and now, thanks to Ebon and his family's care, nearly fully recovered from the ordeal. Eless managed to keep her alive and heal much of the girl's physical and emotional wounds, but it was Ebon's talents that softened the violent memories. If only the empath could benefit from those talents as well. Soon she would share what had happened with Luke; but, as the morning sun sifted through the sheer curtains covering the large window, she did not think today was the day. Their peace and joy during the holidays was hardwon and shared only with their closest friends. She did not mind devoting herself to her work, her fiance, and her home. Time out of the spotlight gave her the opportunity to heal. Every time she closed her eyes and attempted to return to sleep, she saw His face mocking her.

Rather than disturb Luke with her restlessness, Eless managed to ease out of the tangle of limbs and covers, the wooden floor chilly to her bare feet. The violence and unrest that was growing in RhyDin wore away at her already sensitive empathic shielding. She grabbed a pashmina throw from the back of the rocking chair and pulled the soft, sapphire fabric about her shoulders. The quietest click as she opened one of the doors to their balcony had Bandito immediately at her side, tail fanning the air. She placed a slender finger against pale rose lips to admonish the dog and the pair padded silently out in the crisp, cold winter air. A few birds braved the cold to share their song and greet the morning sunrise. Twin puffs of breath rose in the air, but she breathed in deeply. She found the bracing air to be cleansing. Outside, though, the empath sensed the discord more easily in spite of all the warding to their home.

It was that warding that warned Eless of an unexpected visitor's arrival before he could knock on the door to the warehouse's entrance. She had raced through the apartment and down the steps, the dog keeping pace, and opened the door so that Luke would not be awakened. The man did not seem surprised in the least as she stood there, the blanket clutched tightly to ensure the bright blue babydoll she wore beneath could not be seen. Her instincts and her gifts offered her no warning; the portly, slightly balding man with glasses appeared harmless. When he moved to hand her an envelope, Bandito growled, low and deep, but did not move when Eless shook her head. The courier bid her a good day in a thick accent and went along his way. With the envelope in hand, she closed the door and ascended the steps. Her full name printed on the outside with no other info, she simply sighed and stared.
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Elessaria
Lady Fire of Evandar
Great Wyrm
Great Wyrm


Joined: 11 Feb 2007
Posts: 1900
See this user's pet
Jobs: Herbalist, Priestess
Can Be Found: Heart Notes Parfumerie, or the Red Dragon Inn.
107333.62 Silver Crowns

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PostPosted: Sat Jan 28, 2012 9:44 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Eless and Luke put their wedding plans and businesses on hold to help with the recovery and rebuilding efforts of the areas destroyed during Raven's rampage in the Marketplace. They worked side by side as the empath used her gifts to search for victims beneath the rubble and the former police officer would then help to extricate them. It was exhausting for both of them; however, neither would give up until they were absolutely certain everyone had been cleared -- alive or dead. While they worked, Eless could not help but reflect upon the events that preceded this...

The bone weary elf did not fully comprehend who this Raven was; there was little familiarity remaining in the aura that had once belonged to the man she had once known and respected-- Lord Brian Ravenlock. If only Jewell were still alive for she might have been able to make some sort of sense of this. Even the Sisters seemed to be his enemy now. While she worked, Eless could still feel the pain, the shock and the hatred resonating amidst the ruins of the town square. The intense emotions had only eased slightly in the absence of the key players.

Tass had ensured her safety with his severe reminder to Raven not to harm what belonged to the Elder. Tass' actions had also puzzled Eless. It was because of his protection, however, that the empath stayed in the Marketplace when the chaos erupted. She had had hopes of protecting the innocent bystanders who hadn't been able to flee in time and of mitigating whatever damage that would be done. Normally she would never use her gifts in public; but, there were too many innocents caught in the dangerous fray. If their use became a beacon for those of the Dark to find her, so be it. She had little choice. That afternoon she worked until her personal essence had been drained and then continued until she physically collapsed in the middle of the rescue efforts. The last thing she wanted to be was an added burden to the already taxed helpers; but, with the way home blocked, Eless retreated to the Inn for clean up and some of her restorative tea.

Everything the empath had thought of as normal (for RhyDin at least) seemed to be turned upside down and inside out. She was so confused, distraught and exhausted that Ebon found her conversing in the Inn's kitchen with The Stew. Ebon had few answers for his elven friend and the news of Katt's death sent her already roiling emotions boiling over her tenuous control. She should have scolded the man who seemed to care for Katt and the stranger in the odd suit sooner. She should have tried to heal Katt -- if not magically, at least more traditionally. Her respite was brief and the pair set off in opposite directions to search for Katt's body.

Eventually Elessaria found her way home. Luke had been worried when he saw her condition upon her return; yet, he quickly noticed the blood and the dirt were mostly limited to her tattered clothing since she had attempted to cleanse the worst of the mess back at the Inn. A hot bath and she fell asleep in her betrothed arms, curled up on the chaise longue in front of the fire.
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