Foundations

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[114] Nymaya: Foundations
Thu Sep 13 00:05:10 2012
To: Verminasia Reklah Ashtiel All (RP)
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The touch of satin was cool and a little strange against her flesh, a powerful reminder of the sort of changes she was going through again.  She was certain, in looking down at herself, that it didn't suit her in the moment.  The silver gown overlapped by its long silken black surcoat emblazoned with the Kayen crest clung to her and revealed the scars of her past a little too starkly. 

People stared, and they did so as much because she was a rarity among the court as for the visible scars.  She didn't need them on display, her elven blood was enough.

She had never cursed it until the day she found herself on the outside, looking in at all that had been taken from her and all the hurdles that yet stood before her.  Loyalty and devotion rewarded with deceit and betrayal. 

A long life to be lived, watching as the populous humans and other short-lived races rose and fell, like the leaves in spring and autumn.

So much pain...and it was hardly over.

She had lost the kingdom she loved, the forest she had lived for, every soul she had ever connected with - save one - and found herself cursed with the Haunt.  A bladesong without a blade and tainted so thoroughly that to heed it was to know visceral madness.

She was without recourse now.  Adrift among a world that did not approve - of her blood, her marriage, her nobility - her faith. 

..keep faith under this pressure..

She had been.  For so many years, she had held tight to faith and pure stubborn will.  Fighting the current, fighting for the things she believed in - the things she loved.

She shook her head once, slowly, taking care not to dislodge the top-heavy pile of silver hair she'd had done up that morning and felt her gaze harden.

Standing among the court nobles who wandered two and fro, engaging in petty pleasantries, she could have been in a room alone.  Her displeasure must have been palpable, for when she brought her full attention back to the room at large she found herself very much alone, the pretty people avoiding
her.

A noble upbringing in Shalonesti enforced by having joined the Kayen family and the courts in Verminasia dictated that she attempt more decorum and with focus and discipline, she managed that much but her inner distraction proved too great a hurdle to completely set aside.

The foundations that she had fought hard to build and sustain, that she had fought for with determination, blood and faith had crumbled.  And if she could not rebuild them as they had been...

She brought her gaze upward, to look upon the pale gray light of an overcast day through the magnificent windows.  She did not doubt her resolve.  She had already gone to Hell and back for her husband and would fight to the bitterest end for him, but she felt numb still.  Still unable to completely reconcile that her husband had no memories.  He knew nothing more than what he was told, and the conclusions he came to.

'Whatever You will, Necrucifer, I serve. No matter the end.'

Her exhale came heavily, almost on the heels of a call that drew her attention to the room and with resolution solidifying within, she turned, determined to cross the bridges as she came to them.