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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2014 20:49:12 GMT -6
Riona had awoken from dreams..nightmares really...of her life. The past, like a cruel mistress, had reached forward and yanked her back. Thank the Scribe Virgin it had still been early in the night. If not...well, Riona would have clawed her way out of the place she now called home and fried. Shivering, not because it was cold, she raised her hands to her eyes.
In her nightmare she had seen the blood there, deep red and slick, dripping from them. It had been too real then. The spectral voices and faces returned along with the fear. Dead...they wanted her dead for a crime she had not committed. Her mahmen lay dead and they had accused her. Crowding her, Riona had tried to get away, yet something rooted her to the spot. Faces turned to skulls, hands to nothing but bones.
She had awoken then, a silent scream lodged in her throat. At that point Ri had thrown the covers off the bed, dressed in a hurry and ran for the door. Running past confused doggen, including poor Fritz who seemed worried,she did not stop until the sound of her own boots on the graveled paths reached her ears.
Stopping, she had turned to see the house in the distance and realized she was in the gardens. Continuing on her promenade, Ri just walked until the voices and the fear was squelched.
I can not let these demons control me anymore.
She had come back to Caldwell for a reason, to find her real family, the ones who had given her up. So many questions, the biggest being why. That was going to be hard to do when all she had was a ratty blanket with a crest. But now she had two other dilemmas to go with finding them. The truth would have to be ascertained about who truly killed her mahmen and justice would then be dealt.
An then...then there was Dhemise. He confused, scared and excited her in one swift look. This was a male she had met once and had almost given herself to in an alleyway. Mary had spoken to her and eased Riona's issues with her own reactions to him. It had been a while and nothing...no call...
You idiot! You didn't give him your number or name. She had his name. Riona knew she could ask the one called Vishous. The doggen often spoke of his tech savviness. Her mind instantly recalled the scarred warriors reaction to Dhemise. Yeah , something was rotten in the state of Denmark there. That altercation spoke volumes about the relationship between those she was living with and Dhemise. So going to Vishous was out of the question.
Muttering a curse under her breath, Riona sat on the rim of one of the many fountains. It was off and being prepared to face the upcoming harsh winter.
Looking to the stars, she closed her eyes and prayed to the Scribe Virgin, something she hadn't done since learning who she truly was.
Dearest Scribe Virgin, if it does not offend the and it is your will, please help me find the answers I seek.
In her nightmare she had seen the blood there, deep red and slick, dripping from them. It had been too real then. The spectral voices and faces returned along with the fear. Dead...they wanted her dead for a crime she had not committed. Her mahmen lay dead and they had accused her. Crowding her, Riona had tried to get away, yet something rooted her to the spot. Faces turned to skulls, hands to nothing but bones.
She had awoken then, a silent scream lodged in her throat. At that point Ri had thrown the covers off the bed, dressed in a hurry and ran for the door. Running past confused doggen, including poor Fritz who seemed worried,she did not stop until the sound of her own boots on the graveled paths reached her ears.
Stopping, she had turned to see the house in the distance and realized she was in the gardens. Continuing on her promenade, Ri just walked until the voices and the fear was squelched.
I can not let these demons control me anymore.
She had come back to Caldwell for a reason, to find her real family, the ones who had given her up. So many questions, the biggest being why. That was going to be hard to do when all she had was a ratty blanket with a crest. But now she had two other dilemmas to go with finding them. The truth would have to be ascertained about who truly killed her mahmen and justice would then be dealt.
An then...then there was Dhemise. He confused, scared and excited her in one swift look. This was a male she had met once and had almost given herself to in an alleyway. Mary had spoken to her and eased Riona's issues with her own reactions to him. It had been a while and nothing...no call...
You idiot! You didn't give him your number or name. She had his name. Riona knew she could ask the one called Vishous. The doggen often spoke of his tech savviness. Her mind instantly recalled the scarred warriors reaction to Dhemise. Yeah , something was rotten in the state of Denmark there. That altercation spoke volumes about the relationship between those she was living with and Dhemise. So going to Vishous was out of the question.
Muttering a curse under her breath, Riona sat on the rim of one of the many fountains. It was off and being prepared to face the upcoming harsh winter.
Looking to the stars, she closed her eyes and prayed to the Scribe Virgin, something she hadn't done since learning who she truly was.
Dearest Scribe Virgin, if it does not offend the and it is your will, please help me find the answers I seek.