Slowly Mystical’s small form slid around till her back was leaned up against the tree. Her gaze straight forward, she gradually lowered her right foot to the ground, adding a slight pressure as she did so. Pain! Her eyes closed tight and a slight wince flashed over her face. Though numb from the cold, there it was; a dull throbbing sensation which spread through her ankle and up into her leg. Broken... she thought she had heard a snap when she fell.
‘I hope nothing else was hurt when I fell...fell? Zade!!!’, her mind called out. Looking about frantically in a wild panic her eyes finally came to rest upon the tiny form of her dragon friend who had already wiggled her way out of the should-bag and was now seated at the woman’s feet. Before she could enquire of the dragon’s well being. Keovari’s uncharacteristically blunt words snapped her head up in astonishment.
Lips moved in some feeble attempt to speak, but all that came out was some raspy whisper of sounds that vaguely resembled words. Weather from the cold or her surprise, she could not tell. Perhaps she truly was losing her voice. The world around her began to grow dim as she fought to maintain some form of conscious thought. Then warmth, sweet warmth; his coat was around her now. This, coupled with his next unexpected action aided in drawing the Lady away from the brink of darkness.
Through the pain, she felt his touch. Soft and gentile, his hand closed about her ankle. A light chill shivered it’s way up the woman’s spine accompanied by the realization of just where his hand was. In a rush of pink, her once frosty-white cheeks quickly took on a bright and vibrant hue which continued to linger there for some time. He was trying to help her, heal her, but what was this? A wall? A barrier, but not of her own creation. Her mind and spirit were much to exhausted for such things. Then it must be... ‘What are you...?’, but before her mind could finish the thought Keovari’s form went toppling to the snowy ground. “M’lord!” She managed to squeak out the words.
Then, there it was again, that familiar mischievous laughter echoing in her head. ‘That is not amusing..’, her inner voice almost growled with anger. ‘Child of Flame, delve deep within. Use what Fate has blessed you with.’, the voice whispered in depths of her mind. ‘Nay! It is too unstable... too wild. Not whist I am so weak with exhaustion. I-‘ All the while, her soulful green eyes had been locked with his icy-blue ones, but as his hands took her’s these inner thoughts were cut short.
With palms now hovering above his heart, she felt something stirring within herself. She could feel her heart reaching out to his as her inmate empathic abilities kicked in. Soon a flood of emotions mixed with her own, and to her surprise they seemed to be similar. Their feelings almost mirror images of each other. The whole experience left her feeling light-headed as the truth of his words sank into her very soul.
For what could have been moments, or even hours, she stood on her one good leg, her hands intertwined tightly with his as they gazed into each other’s eyes. Unspoken words, feelings, and emotions of years gone past seemed to flow freely now from the usually reserved woman through the touch and deep look which she shared with the Guardian. Finally finding the strength required, the Lady began to speak. Her voice was still barely above a whisper, but dripping with emotion. “None of this.. no not any of this...is your fault. I have made my own decisions along the way. Everything that has transpired has been at the will of those more powerful than ourselves. You shall not, and will not blame yourself for my Destiny.” Pausing for a moment, she took in a sharp breath as the dizzying sensation washed over her again. Almost visibly fighting the feeling she began to speak again, her voice more determined and clear this time. “Fate chose me for a reason. It was not your kind hand that lay this burden on my shoulders. Though it may be heavy, I gladly bear it.”
A flicker of flame seemed to burn within her gaze as she continued to peer up at the man before her. Slowly that fire flickered and cooled to smoldering ash as the woman’s small form began to waver slightly before his eyes. The vertigo was finally taking it’s tole on her already spent reserves. Soon her eyes fluttered shut as the rest of her body toppled forward to lean against the Spirit. Her head rested lightly against his chest, yet her delicate hands still clung fiercely to his own with her remaining strength. Swallowing her pride, she called out to him though her delirium. “Keovari...please....carry me...”
‘I hope nothing else was hurt when I fell...fell? Zade!!!’, her mind called out. Looking about frantically in a wild panic her eyes finally came to rest upon the tiny form of her dragon friend who had already wiggled her way out of the should-bag and was now seated at the woman’s feet. Before she could enquire of the dragon’s well being. Keovari’s uncharacteristically blunt words snapped her head up in astonishment.
Lips moved in some feeble attempt to speak, but all that came out was some raspy whisper of sounds that vaguely resembled words. Weather from the cold or her surprise, she could not tell. Perhaps she truly was losing her voice. The world around her began to grow dim as she fought to maintain some form of conscious thought. Then warmth, sweet warmth; his coat was around her now. This, coupled with his next unexpected action aided in drawing the Lady away from the brink of darkness.
Through the pain, she felt his touch. Soft and gentile, his hand closed about her ankle. A light chill shivered it’s way up the woman’s spine accompanied by the realization of just where his hand was. In a rush of pink, her once frosty-white cheeks quickly took on a bright and vibrant hue which continued to linger there for some time. He was trying to help her, heal her, but what was this? A wall? A barrier, but not of her own creation. Her mind and spirit were much to exhausted for such things. Then it must be... ‘What are you...?’, but before her mind could finish the thought Keovari’s form went toppling to the snowy ground. “M’lord!” She managed to squeak out the words.
Then, there it was again, that familiar mischievous laughter echoing in her head. ‘That is not amusing..’, her inner voice almost growled with anger. ‘Child of Flame, delve deep within. Use what Fate has blessed you with.’, the voice whispered in depths of her mind. ‘Nay! It is too unstable... too wild. Not whist I am so weak with exhaustion. I-‘ All the while, her soulful green eyes had been locked with his icy-blue ones, but as his hands took her’s these inner thoughts were cut short.
With palms now hovering above his heart, she felt something stirring within herself. She could feel her heart reaching out to his as her inmate empathic abilities kicked in. Soon a flood of emotions mixed with her own, and to her surprise they seemed to be similar. Their feelings almost mirror images of each other. The whole experience left her feeling light-headed as the truth of his words sank into her very soul.
For what could have been moments, or even hours, she stood on her one good leg, her hands intertwined tightly with his as they gazed into each other’s eyes. Unspoken words, feelings, and emotions of years gone past seemed to flow freely now from the usually reserved woman through the touch and deep look which she shared with the Guardian. Finally finding the strength required, the Lady began to speak. Her voice was still barely above a whisper, but dripping with emotion. “None of this.. no not any of this...is your fault. I have made my own decisions along the way. Everything that has transpired has been at the will of those more powerful than ourselves. You shall not, and will not blame yourself for my Destiny.” Pausing for a moment, she took in a sharp breath as the dizzying sensation washed over her again. Almost visibly fighting the feeling she began to speak again, her voice more determined and clear this time. “Fate chose me for a reason. It was not your kind hand that lay this burden on my shoulders. Though it may be heavy, I gladly bear it.”
A flicker of flame seemed to burn within her gaze as she continued to peer up at the man before her. Slowly that fire flickered and cooled to smoldering ash as the woman’s small form began to waver slightly before his eyes. The vertigo was finally taking it’s tole on her already spent reserves. Soon her eyes fluttered shut as the rest of her body toppled forward to lean against the Spirit. Her head rested lightly against his chest, yet her delicate hands still clung fiercely to his own with her remaining strength. Swallowing her pride, she called out to him though her delirium. “Keovari...please....carry me...”
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