Sanria sat in her kitchen, both her hands upon a single piece of parchment. She stared at the rolling script, touching it every now and again as though the very act would bring forth the author. It wasn't a goodbye note she held in her hand, it held more of a promising outlook. Throm would join her for tea.
Sanria carefully laid the missive on the table and slid her hands around the cup of slowly cooling tea before her. A small ball of doubt sat in the center of her stomach, preventing her from even taking a sip. Thasmudyan told her to move ahead, to go on with life. She was trying, but it was hard to let go of one aspect of that life, and deal with the others. What would Tarran think? What would Emalia think?
What, at any rate, was happening with Emalia? Sanria had no clue where her daughter was, how she was, or even if she still lived. In a way, she was afraid to find out. She still recalled a time when Nanashi talked to her of bringing down the Rok, as well as Thasmudyan, rushing to find her and inform her of Sephiroth speaking to the masses. How Emalia could fall in line with thoughts like those that Nanashi had spoken to her years past, puzzled her. But to try to speak to her daughter about it could only end in the same type of disaster as the last time she tried.
Sanria shook her head and again and let go of the cup, taking hold of Throm's note in both her hands. Her eyes were drawn to a single passage and like a girl, she read it again and again to drown out all her other thoughts save one: "Truth be told I have enjoyed our meetings, no I have looked forward to them in a sense that I have failed to express before in our conversations. I must say that I admire your candor, for it is one that I did not possess when I felt the same way towards you."
Torment Investigation
Psycho heard whispers and talk of torment and disturbance among his flock. He went to Willow Lake an instantly felt that there was still disturbance and pain so close to home. The lake's surface was laden with a fading energy of malevolent intent. The mighty guardian treant brought images of the Forest of Good and Evil. There must be something he wasn't seeing something below the surface of this once peaceful sanctuary of the Rivenshield Temptress.
'What evil has come and lain in my domain' Psycho asked the Treant. The treant's responce was like much the treants do, slow....'There ... has been . some- ..thing in ..the' The Treant began. 'The Lake ... yes i know. Aren’t you the guardian here what presence has been here' Psycho exclaimed impatient
'Nothing I have seen Nothing I could have done.' The Treant says a little quicker Psycho is obviously a little flustered and angry. 'I will get some information and you will help me.'
Many of the flames surrounding Psycho flare as the anger fuels the chaos inside of Psycho. He moves over the the Treant and some of the flames creep slowly over the ground the Treant stands upon. The flames seem to melt into the ground burrowing and nesting among the banks of the water. He begins to get a sour taste in his mouth as he exclaims 'There is a strange and powerful magic the likes of which I have known.' I also detect signs of a faded poison and there is still much of it here.
After placing a small trap of his own Psycho sneers and leaves determined to discover more information. His next focus is on the Forest of Good and Evil. He is determined to see if the Guardians of that forest have any information on the poison or the events surrounding Willow Lake.
'What evil has come and lain in my domain' Psycho asked the Treant. The treant's responce was like much the treants do, slow....'There ... has been . some- ..thing in ..the' The Treant began. 'The Lake ... yes i know. Aren’t you the guardian here what presence has been here' Psycho exclaimed impatient
'Nothing I have seen Nothing I could have done.' The Treant says a little quicker Psycho is obviously a little flustered and angry. 'I will get some information and you will help me.'
Many of the flames surrounding Psycho flare as the anger fuels the chaos inside of Psycho. He moves over the the Treant and some of the flames creep slowly over the ground the Treant stands upon. The flames seem to melt into the ground burrowing and nesting among the banks of the water. He begins to get a sour taste in his mouth as he exclaims 'There is a strange and powerful magic the likes of which I have known.' I also detect signs of a faded poison and there is still much of it here.
After placing a small trap of his own Psycho sneers and leaves determined to discover more information. His next focus is on the Forest of Good and Evil. He is determined to see if the Guardians of that forest have any information on the poison or the events surrounding Willow Lake.
A Flashback
After being pulled from Willow Lake by Khyron's spell, Dorian spent many days in disoriented confusion. Nightmares tormented her sporadic sleep, her non-sleeping hours where plagued by illusions.
Out of necessity, Dorian spent most of each of those times in the company of the Apostles' healer, questions constantly running through her confused mind. "What was it?" "How?" Then once the healers spells took more affect, "Why?"
Only one answer to each of the questions made any sense. Keldon. 'They' are once again looking for Keldon.'
"My lakes pollution, it has to be from those who seek what should not be found. Now is not the time," runs constantly through Dorian's mind. "Perhaps the one that bears the Crimson flag. She might be the one. I need to find her."
With that thought playing round and round in her head, Dorian sets out in search, knowing Sune will guide her.
Out of necessity, Dorian spent most of each of those times in the company of the Apostles' healer, questions constantly running through her confused mind. "What was it?" "How?" Then once the healers spells took more affect, "Why?"
Only one answer to each of the questions made any sense. Keldon. 'They' are once again looking for Keldon.'
"My lakes pollution, it has to be from those who seek what should not be found. Now is not the time," runs constantly through Dorian's mind. "Perhaps the one that bears the Crimson flag. She might be the one. I need to find her."
With that thought playing round and round in her head, Dorian sets out in search, knowing Sune will guide her.
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