On Cloud Nine

[ThatWeirdGirl 432]

The ghost of Hallot flickered from bright, furious red to a soft gray once again, and Fawynn relaxed once again. She smiled, telling the ghost how proud she was, and that Andriel would be there soon if he stayed calm. If she could just keep this up, she would be home free. All she had to do was-

 

Somebody mentioned the fact he was dead once more, and rage bubbled up in the small wood elf. She would deal with whoever was sabotaging her later, she had a job to focus on. She redirected the ghost’s attention to her, and after a few moments of reminding he faded back to a calm gray. That was when she spotted Katar, and Damai talking to him.

 

That was when the two Sirame ordered them to go into the gatehouse, that they were being allowed entry. She followed the ghost into the gatehouse, but then Hallot began to scream, and the living elf’s head whipped around.

 

A golden blade had been jammed through the apparition’s chest, and the barely visible man was a furious red. Her hands lurched outwards, the movement seeming heavy and sluggish. She grasped the blade, gripping tightly even as the edge bit into her skin. She screamed something, maybe the name of the man holding the blade, maybe the apparition’s. She pulled hard, her blood running down the gold. She shouted again, barely able to hear her own voice anymore.

 

Finally the ghost vanished, and she forced her bloodied hands to release the blade. She had promised the man. Rage boiled inside her, and she stumbled back. No. The guard swept the blade about, and the horrible screeching started again, sounding more like a terrified and wounded animal. She raised her voice once more, the sound drowned out. Finally the screaming stopped, but it still rang in her head. She could still see the gold glinting with her blood.

 

She stumbled out of the gatehouse, was she crying? She raised a hand, blood quickly running down her forearm. Right, she was still bleeding too. She stumbled through the citizen’s door, barely even noticing. She felt like she was floating high above, or perhaps drowning far below the ocean’s surface. They killed him. They killed him. The phrase kept repeating, barely audible over the sound of his shrieks.

 

What? Oh. A child needed to be comforted. A new job, and a new one after that. Just like clockwork, tick tock. Just like clockwork. A small smile crept on her face, and she slowly nodded. Tick tock. There was little use dwelling in the past, at least for now

[marimbamonk 1501]

((It's almost eerie, this description. And how the last paragraph gives the reader an insight into the personality of Fawynn... Excellent.

It was a good read, and I think it'll get better as you keep writing. I can only imagine what it was like to have this happen, assuming this happened in-game.

 

Keep it up!))

[ThatWeirdGirl 432]

((Thank you, and it was definately interesting to roleplay out. Fawynn tends to be very cheery, and it can be hard for me to keep her three dimensional sometimes.))

[Elad™ 560]

Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.