A Widow's Wailing..

[Eleatic 1033]

A loud cry is heard from the tower of Sine.. Elisia looks out of the window. A tear in her gauntly scarred eye. She looks down the edge, she knows for some god-forsaken reason she was spared.. She fell into the water-fall, did she /want/ to be spared?! Her husband dead, her daughter in a hole somewhere.. Her house in shambles, she had an revenge-crazed niece, but what else..? Should she jump, she noticed the men of Oren looking from the ground under her, ignoring them, she continued her weary cry. To no avail, she knew Silvanthil would stay in what-ever pit he had found himself in, that Esaeriel would stay dead.. She knew that in her soul, in her heart. She was with them. She looks down, what would killing herself acomplish? She recalled one thing.. She had one friend left, no matter if Vyrius was dead.. Hell, she would settle for her husband's mistress, she just wanted someone to hold.. Someone to tell her troubles to, though no matter. Laurina would be somewhere in this wide world.. She recalled her having control of the art of Water-Magic. She had hoped this would give her a small clue.. Magic was rare in this seed, but she knew that someone-somewhere would know of her.. But for now, Ellisia continues her cries, her ever heart-wrenching cries..

[Note: If you are of Ayersalex's lordship or travel to the Islands outside of Oren often, you'll hear her cries. Though, it might be hard to see her, considering her height in the air. Also, the tower bears /some/ resemblance to the one below, though having no magical proprieties.]

[Eleatic 1033]

Ellisia hears the faintest rustle of leaves behind her, words flowing into her ear like silky night.

"No.."

It whispers to her, in the voice of someone she had known so many years ago.. Vyrius, perhaps it was him, or perhaps she was mad.

She did not care, that was the first friendly voice she had heard in at-least ten years..

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