One destiny. Two paths. One war.
Sheala and Cass have chosen their sides. One seeks to bring meaning to her life that has been in shambles since the day her father and mother were killed and weighs the prospect of assuming the mantle of her uncle's...
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To ashes the past must be interred. The soil to be made fertile once more. And new growth will spring forth.
-Seer Dolastati, A Vision on Water 203
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Sheala scuttled backwards, her chair laying toppled beside her. Despite her best efforts, the former thief found no sense of balance. Her posterior dragged on the ground as she crab walked back from the table. "What in the name of The Dark is that... that thing!"
Lingering over her plate, eagerly munching away, was a small reptile with bright blue scales. A morsel of meat from her dinner held in its foreclaws, the creature collapsed its wings to its side after appearing abruptly out of nowhere. It seemed rather oblivious to Sheala's sense of panic and concern.
Her initial shock fading, and realizing the creature was more interested in the food than doing her harm, Sheala climbed back up to the edge of the table. Once there, she was witnessed the slack jawed expressions from stunned elves up and down the length of the gathering. All, that was, except Sayra. The First Daughter was busy stifling a giggle in her fist.
Her mother, the Aval El'brim took notice of her daughter's reaction. "Daughter," laced throughout her parental tone was a dire seriousness, "what is Sheetah doing here?"
The eyes of those assembled descended on the younger, silver-haired elf, unsure how to react to the mischief. It was obviously not appropriate, but none seemed willing to question or confront her. Save for her mother, that was.
Sheala reached out a shocked finger to touch the creature before her, trying to poke it. She wanted to see if it was real or imaginary. It didn't seem anywhere near as threatening as a few moments ago. Sheetah chittered and then snapped at her, causing the ambassador to withdraw in a flash with a yelp.
The First Son, his fingers rubbing his brow with an obvious annoyance, interjected. "I must apologize. I had asked my beloved not to bring her pet dragon to the dinner tonight." Then he cast her a sideways glance. "It appears my request was not heeded."
"Nor mine," her mother confirmed. "For I requested the same."
"Oh, come on!" The First Daughter answered, no longer holding in her laughter. "I left Sheetah with Denas. Not my fault he doesn't know how to keep her distracted for more than an hour!"
