❝do my violet eyes haunt your dreams as your weeping ones haunt mine?❞
FIRESTORM;
in which the last living member of a isolated fey clan survives the red paladin's wrath, and is sent on a journey to find her ancestor's creation. only to get throw...
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NIMUE and Randvi walked along side one another while they navigated through the woods. The clank of metal filling Randvi's ears as they walked through the forest, a chiming noise making her own head throb. She wasn't sure if Nimue could hear the strange noise. If she did, she never made any indication that she was hearing what Randvi was hearing.
There were whispers, small and unimportant. Things that Randvi had never heard before but some how . . familiar. She wasn't sure how and why exactly she was hearing these things, but the whispers had never stopped for her. Randvi had always heard things in her mind, speaking to her in an unknown language, ever since she was a young fey.
But she never thought anything of it, brushed it off as the Hidden speaking with her but what good was the Hidden, if they talked with her in some code? How was she suppose to understand anything if they didn't speak what she could understand? Walking alongside Nimue, somehow made the whispers louder than normal, or maybe it was the forest they were surrounded by.
Randvi made a mental note of everything she had passed while they walked, the small meadow of the greenest grass she had ever seen. Streaks of light shinned through the openings of the clouds above, sending magical particles of orange hue to dance upon the grass. Then, they passed a hallowed out oak tree, a mess of twigs and dried out grass sticking out of the rotten wood.
Nimue glanced towards the young woman with interest in her eyes. She gazed upon everything like this was the first time seeing the forest with her own eyes. It made her wonder about things, of who exactly she was and what kind of fey were her people. Nimue noted the purple hue in her eyes, but she had never seen such color in ones iris' before. She wanted to ask her but the silence between them was comfortable and she didn't want to ruin that by bringing up questions about her origin.
Soon, a trickling sound of water invaded both of their ears, and Randvi glanced over at Nimue with a smile on her face. Nimue's feet began to walk at a faster pace as they came to a small clearing, a small river flowing right through the middle. Both girls walked towards the water, and Nimue set her sword on the rock, the handle dipping into the rushing water while she began to wash her hands.
Randvi copied her actions, cleaning the dirt and dried blood from her hands, letting the crimson stain wash away into nothing but horrific memories into the water. Randvi glanced towards the brunette, watching her as she vigorously cleansed the blood off of her hands. Her eyes softened when she heard a quiet sob escape her lips. Both of them had lost too much.
