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[139] Nymaya: Answers
Tue Aug 17 03:28:34 2010
To: New_Thalos All ( rp )
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The soft resonant ring of her sword was at once comforting and painful.

It filled her with much of what she had lost even as it stripped her soul bare. There was no mercy before it, within it. She had been losing her grasp. Between the massive and unforgiving force of duty and the demand of faith - she had watched as everything slipped through her fingers like so much sand.

Why then could she not let it go? Why did she long so terribly for the very force that was eating away at her mind?

The answer was in her soul and it spurred her to lift her troubled deep blue gaze skyward. To the black moon she set her sight even though it offered no answer. That she could see it was a blessing, was its own answer even, but if it held what she was seeking - it did not give up its secret.


Too much. You ask too much.

And with a single fluid, angry movement that contained aching grace and ardent violence, she spun. Her sword completed a resonant arc through the air - stopped abruptly and then reversed its arc as she spun back to face the target and released the hilt at the height of her arm's extension.

The beautiful blade completed a circuit and a half through the air, ringing with a discordant but alluring sound before striking the target solidly. She watched it in the dark as the pommel swung back and forth. There was an ominous sense to what she had heard though there was nothing new in the discordant sound. She knew it coursed through her like a disease. Tainting what had once been pure and true. She wondered briefly, as she stood in the encompassing dark, if the chasm of silence would have been better - for there had been silence within once upon a time.

She could remember the rage it had brought on though.

"I take it there will be no lesson this morning?"

The voice drew her gaze sidelong. The anger had departed with the sword the moment its worn hilt had left her fingers, so it was that she looked upon her student with calm comport.

"Quite the opposite" She remarked and turned about, her fingers rising to gather the silver strands of her hair behind her as she moved with long strides to retrieve the weapon.

The comment drew her gaze to the horizon as she set her grasp back around the sword. Dawn was even then beginning to edge the world in hardened gray. Another sleepless night had passed her by but she was calm for the lack of terror that typically met her closed eyes.

The blade came free with a solid tug though the sound it made nearly caused her to hesitate. She turned about though, approached the middle of the grounds and beckoned her student forward with a small curve of her lips and a gesture of her sword's tip.