Post by Sileauniamh on Sept 21, 2008 21:39:08 GMT -5
::She came, to the highest tower of ShadowSpire Keep, and there on the flat grey stone roof she began to set up the things she began to conjure up from the lower rooms of the great castle. Within no more than two days, most of the inhabitants of this place would be gone, traveling with her to the World Gate that led to Faerun, where most of the House had sprung. What had begun as a fearful gathering of allies on
Rae's part had turned into more of a show of the strength that the Rhydin branch had grown into. Though she was still uncertain of what dark motivation had caused her mother to summon her, she was no longer afraid of it. If whatever Dolcenaya had planned could stand against the combined might of some of the most powerful elves the House had ever produced, why then it must be fate that it happen. Rae smiled almost grimly. Fate was something that
Rae did not believe in. She said the words like a mantra.::
There is no fate, only will.
::Here on this rooftop, under a sky so velvet black that it looked like the inside of a tomb, she prepared a few things. Starlight gleamed on the items, what seemed to be a blade laid out before her, a ribbon, and a small anklet of bells. She cast spells on each, enchanting them so that with but a single word, she could trigger the spells hidden within. If they dared take her, they might take the blade
... but who would think to take her hair ribbon, or her anklet? She was not going into this without back up preparations, because her precognitive sense told her that this was the right thing to do.
As she finished, she resheathed the blade first, putting it aside. She wound the ribbon around the belt for the moment, then drew up one slim leg to rest on the low crenelated wall to refasten the anklet to its customary place. As her petite fingers brought it around her ankle, her senses registered several things at once. There was a great whooshing of displaced air, riding with it was the scent of cinnamon and cloves. A low sound, like
touchable melody reached her ears ... the most beloved sound in the world to her, as it had always been ... his laugh. Then she paused in her movement as her slender fingers were touched by strong chill ones, and her soft amber eyes looked up to lock with deep ocean blue swirled with stunning silver. Her heart raced, but with joy instead of fear. Mintiper.
Cloaked in the night, he hovered there, then he dipped into a bow as his deft fingers fastened the clasp on the anklet, the magic grip of it locking with an audible click. He straightened then, and stepped onto the roof, still holding her hand in his. He spoke, and her smile at his words would have made a lesser man swoon.::
Cara mia, I looked up and thought t'was a radiant star that caught my eye, but I see that it is simply the dawn ...
Originally posted:Date:15 Apr 2000 15:49:56 EDT -Rae