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- Posted: Sun, 29 Nov 2009 03:07:28 +0000
After excusing herself from Harmodius' presence, Illisia left into the direction he had pointed to her. Toward the building. It led upward, just as she had been told, and the upper hall seemed to stretch on endlessly. No matter how much she squinted, she could not see an end on it.
She walked down that hallway for what felt like a long time, passing many a curious door – one was made of teeth ! – before she saw what she had been told about. The shape of the familiar tree on wood that still seemed to breathe life. This... this was her's, then.
Or perhaps theirs was accurate, as she was reminded by the weight of the gem and silver dragon figure in her palm.
It was still so much to take in.
Her left arm rose, hand pushing the wooden door open. And inside there was... nothing. White on white, almost dizzying as she stepped inside, the sensation of vertigo having her lean against one of the undefined surface that made a 'wall'. It was her will for something different that spun it all into action – and the room changed. Wooden floors, with the same feeling of life than the door possessed, dark purples for the walls, the atmosphere turning darker, more fit for a nocturnal being. It was not much, but it was already better, and not quite as nausea-inducing. Illisia finally let go of the wall, and stepped inside. It was one simple room, small, but it did well for now. One more subconscious need summoned piles of cushions similar to the ones of the teahouse, making one long feathered eyebrow rise. Well... she might as well, then – and she let herself fall into them, raising the gem in the air to better study it.
Even now, it seemed to 'speak' – words without words, a silent calling made of impressions rather than actual speech. It pulsed in between her fingers, gently. She was careful to keep it cradled in her palm, using only the tips of her fingers to keep it steady. That it could have simply bust though the leather of her glove to bury there had he wanted to never occurred to her.
Gods and dragons... Hosts and flames. It was much to take in, indeed. Should she do this, then it was too evident she would cease to exist as she was now. That much was clear. And yet, there was no fear at that knowledge, in that realization. She had lived for times beyond mortal comprehension, and many other mortal races would have simply went insane if they had lived for so long, had so many memories and as many experiences as she had. Her life had been a long one, full of twists and turns, of love and pain, of twists and lies. The love of a wife and the love of a mother. But it was all gone now, likely never to return. She had what, maybe one, maybe two thousand years if she was lucky, before her body would wear out, and she would die.
A blink of the eye, for someone who had lived over ten thousand years. Her sudden mortality had always been a source of worry for her, has it had been for those of her brethren that had lived as long as she did. The younger ones, like her son, had accepted it much more easily.
Was this not a better alternative ? If she was fated to die, then why not end while bring something else in her place, something stronger, more powerful, able to right out great wrong ? A god, a dragon ?
It was a better end than all the other things she had imagined, to be honest. Her only regret was Elik, her Elik – but he was an adult, looking more like her brother than her son to those unaware of a night elf's former immortality to time. He had stopped ageing in his young adulthood, just as she had. He would have to deal with this one day...
And then, perhaps, there was a chance he might understand.
Her mind had finally caught up with her subconscious on the matter, it seemed, and she spun the jewel in her hand skillfully as she pondered... locations. There was not much on her that would have it be invisible, so that matter was discarded immediately. Not that it mattered. She found no reason to hide it from view.
The stomach area was a no go, as it would likely hinder her movement. The upper chest would hinder her getting clothed, and while she certainly had no shame with going about naked, most human-like races did. Odd customs, these lots.
The night elf thought some more, and then finally seemed to settle. The gem twisted upright into her hand one last time, and she pressed it against her upper right arm, the metal cold against lavender skin. It seemed to instinctively know, and it was only then that it started to attach itself. The pain was sharp, making her grit her teeth, but nothing she could not bear – she had gotten worse battle wounds. More surprisingly, the dragon's tail shifted, twisting in and out of her skin as it curled around her arm, as if accessing that she was, indeed, now his'.
And there was something, so faint that she might very well have imagined it, words in her head that did not belong to her, whispering against her consciousness as, all of sudden, her eyelids seemed to grow heavier and heavier, just like if something had just sapped all the strength she had.
And then, the world went dark, and she curled onto the pile of cushion, welcoming that loss of her senses as her mind drifted into sleep.