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Cyril Darkcloud · 01-20-2005, 01:03 AM

Kiria’na

Her eyes widen as she watches the shifting of shape by which wolf melts and blends its way to woman. That a thing so wondrous as this be done with such casual ease is itself cause for greater wonder. She pauses, her widened eyes fixed upon the woman and words tripping over themselves in the attempt to speak. Her questions indeed are many ......

...... but now is not the time for the asking of questions, but for the speaking of that which she has been sent to speak. Her eyes narrow in stubborn focus and with a sudden tossing of her hair, a gesture more abrupt and purposeful than that which accompanied her playful laughter of a few moments ago, wonder is displaced by message. Her eyes fix their stare upon those of the woman, those eyes whose colors are given to shifting she has been told. “A promise has been made,” she says simply. “Many things have changed, but the breathing of the promise continues.” From the satchel she carries over her shoulder she withdraws a carefully wrapped package. Holding the woman’s eyes with her own, she carefully unwraps it to reveal a slender wooden shaft fletched upon one end with the feathers of an owl, and bearing upon its other the gleaming of a golden triangle whose edges are exceedingly sharp. The air about the arrow hangs heavy with a restless and silent power.

Still looking directly into the woman’s eyes she places the arrow into her hands. She speaks in quiet and solemn cadences, “The Vessel has been broken. A name once lost, now is spoken. The promise has been given and the promise is sure.” She looks away quickly, and her voice breaks. “Why such a thing is so important, I do not know. Why you are so important, I do not know. I know only that this was unused and kept safe, despite its power, even when all other weapons failed him and his body was broken. And that such is the strength of the promise.”

Once more her eyes meet those of the woman. “Should my presence be not sign enough for you, look then to the arrow.” Her eyes narrow again and her voice falls to that of a whisper, and in this she is very much her father’s child, “And should these be not signs enough for you to cease your drifting and claim your freedom, look then, woman, to the skies and await what tidings might travel along the winds of the struggling of life against death in a place that is close to the skies.” Her voice breaks once more as it rises to a more pleasant and natural tonality, “These were the words he has given me for you.”

The moment of stern solemnity passes and the smile returns to her voice.

ooc: Those familiar with the Tavern by the Creek game should recognize this arrow.

[ 01-20-2005, 01:05 AM: Message edited by: Cyril Darkcloud ]

01-20-2005, 01:03 AM	#222
Cyril Darkcloud Lord Soth Join Date: February 7, 2002 Location: New York Posts: 1,980	Kiria’na Her eyes widen as she watches the shifting of shape by which wolf melts and blends its way to woman. That a thing so wondrous as this be done with such casual ease is itself cause for greater wonder. She pauses, her widened eyes fixed upon the woman and words tripping over themselves in the attempt to speak. Her questions indeed are many ...... ...... but now is not the time for the asking of questions, but for the speaking of that which she has been sent to speak. Her eyes narrow in stubborn focus and with a sudden tossing of her hair, a gesture more abrupt and purposeful than that which accompanied her playful laughter of a few moments ago, wonder is displaced by message. Her eyes fix their stare upon those of the woman, those eyes whose colors are given to shifting she has been told. “A promise has been made,” she says simply. “Many things have changed, but the breathing of the promise continues.” From the satchel she carries over her shoulder she withdraws a carefully wrapped package. Holding the woman’s eyes with her own, she carefully unwraps it to reveal a slender wooden shaft fletched upon one end with the feathers of an owl, and bearing upon its other the gleaming of a golden triangle whose edges are exceedingly sharp. The air about the arrow hangs heavy with a restless and silent power. Still looking directly into the woman’s eyes she places the arrow into her hands. She speaks in quiet and solemn cadences, “The Vessel has been broken. A name once lost, now is spoken. The promise has been given and the promise is sure.” She looks away quickly, and her voice breaks. “Why such a thing is so important, I do not know. Why you are so important, I do not know. I know only that this was unused and kept safe, despite its power, even when all other weapons failed him and his body was broken. And that such is the strength of the promise.” Once more her eyes meet those of the woman. “Should my presence be not sign enough for you, look then to the arrow.” Her eyes narrow again and her voice falls to that of a whisper, and in this she is very much her father’s child, “And should these be not signs enough for you to cease your drifting and claim your freedom, look then, woman, to the skies and await what tidings might travel along the winds of the struggling of life against death in a place that is close to the skies.” Her voice breaks once more as it rises to a more pleasant and natural tonality, “These were the words he has given me for you.” The moment of stern solemnity passes and the smile returns to her voice. ooc: Those familiar with the Tavern by the Creek game should recognize this arrow. [ 01-20-2005, 01:05 AM: Message edited by: Cyril Darkcloud ]