Of Red and White

[EdgyMagey 787]

"Karin'ayla, lliran."

 

  The red figure spoke, looking ahead with its figure straightened up, stomach pulled in despite how thin she was, looking at her reflection on the mirror. She would be wearing dark red robes, bare footed. The white sheets of her bed would be on her head, wrapping her head above her forehead and reaching back, curling on the floor, blocking view of her crimson hair. She inhales from her nose, before parting her lips to speak again.

 

"Ahernan ito..." 

 

   She trails off, head tilting forth with brows furrowing, pulling a small amount of the sheets up with her head's movement. The figure raises her hand, snapping her middle finger and thumb a few times. She produces a loud groan, raising the hand to push the bedsheets off her head, letting it drop onto the floor as she steps towards the table, turning around to lean against it, continuing to stare at the mirror blankly, folding her arms in front of her chest with a huff escaping her lips.

 

"Never was good with 'em Elven stuff."

 

  She continues to stare at the mirror, a blankly expression on her face, worn green eyes averting their gaze to the wooden floorboards as her mind goes to wander.

 

"... can do it... if me half-minded sis' could..."

 

   And with that, her shoulders slowly lower, face slowly scrunching up as her arms slowly uncoil, a stream of thoughts filling her mind.

 

"... need to... have to..."

"... Amariélle... sister..."

"...wil... safe..."

"... high... elf... born... "

 

   Evelangéline's breathing quickens slightly, pupils shifting on the wooden floor in an almost panicked manner, toes curling, fingernails clawing the wooden surface of the table as her thoughts grow louder and quicker, almost louder than she could control.

 

"... they will end you..."

"... remember... mother..."

"... Illithri... Eloh'ra..."

"... impure scum..."

"... red fire witch..."

"... throw it in acid..."

"... where is your son..."

"... kill it, and it's spawn!"

 

   The woman lets out a sharp gasp, tilting her head forth, nails dug inside the wooden table with her eyes closed. She stood still, her mind in silence. 

 

   A couple of soft pants escape her parted lips, as she raises her head, both brows raised as her worn green eyes travel around the room, setting themselves back on the mirror. She continued looking at herself for a few more moments, looking into her own eyes. It was the look of fear, she saw it time after time herself. Pupils expanded, eyebrows twitching softly. She was afraid.

 

   The red figure pushes herself off the counter with a sudden grunt, as if she was trying to prove her thoughts wrong, leaning forth to pick the white bedsheets from the ground, her crimson hair falling in her vision once again, making her pause for a moment, before furrowing her brows and standing back up straight, stepping closer to the mirror, raising both hands to wrap the white bedsheets above her forehead, slowly letting the rest drop behind her. A deep frown would be set on her face, with no sign of emotion. It was as if her mind was completely blank, or maybe confused by many emotions assaulting her at once.

 

   She raises one hand, pressing two fingers at the base of her neck as she clears her throat, inhaling deeply from her nose.

 

"Ahernan ito analeh."

[AGP 3169]

Richard looks down to his tabard, commenting, "Hey I'm red and white."

[GDPR 014 48]

A man looks at his cloth, then to Richard, "Me too!"

[Wendigo 786]

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