Ruminations

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[ 92] Nymaya: Ruminations
Sun Jul  2 04:35:07 2017
To: Verminasia ( Blays Crelius Necrucifer Religion ) Imm Equinox Cayenna RP
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She stood in the doorway of the parlor, arms crossed, shoulder against the door-frame and contemplated the man even then standing in the doorway of the foyer looking back at her.

Audacious, young and wholly dedicated to his assignment.

It was entirely strange, to be on the other end of the scale.  To need a personal guard, but there he was - unwilling to let the matter go.  It was a testament perhaps to how serious the matter was; Aspects of Sin, Nagash, the threat of the Warp, demons, Advisor and mother to a Queen.

And he, the unlikeliest candidate to be...what she was witnessing him become.

There was a sense of loss there.  Of watching youth and carefree enjoyment being ground by the demands of duty, but it was nothing she hadn't seen before.  It had been her job to grind the shiny off recruits, new Kyorl and Wali.  Create focused, dedicated weapons of men and women.

Looking at him, she saw the skill and the capacity to truly indulge the focus he was even then trying to put his mind to, but she was not yet certain if he truly understood the serious and disciplined path he was seeking to pursue.  Did a pirate have it in him to become a knight of Necrucifer?

The rakish grin he aimed her way put the thought aside and unbidden, she found herself smiling wryly back at him.

For good or ill, she had confided in him.  He knew the depths of her very personal despair and though she hated the word, it was true.  She felt, at times, like she was walking an empty path to a forsaken conclusion.  There would likely be so much of nothing at the end for her, or so her misgivings whispered.

She felt her smile wither as she contemplated the bleakness of trying to accept that so much of what she had dedicated her life to in the last century meant so little to the one person who had mattered most.  There was nothing for it though.  If the ages had taught her anything, it was that change happened and the sands of the hourglass covered everything equally - without concern for the importance that mortals placed on said things.

Her accomplishments and sacrifices were destined to become ash before the drift of time.  Would she have felt this sort of desolation if she were among the Vallenwoods?  It was a foolish query and one that experience reminded her was unnecessary.  Everything ended eventually, even in that forbidden amaranthine realm.  She had experienced the very crux of betrayal in that place.

Turning from the doorway, she made her way to the desk and the bourbon there.  The scent of it was rich as she unstoppered the decanter and poured a glass.  It burned pleasantly as she sipped it and moved off to the window, aware that her guard had moved to prop himself in the doorway.

She could be thankful for the moments between, she allowed.  And for the few strands she had set to the tapestry of Algoron that would go on.  It took an effort but she drew her mind out of the mire while she watched the pacing of the liveried guards outside.

She still had time left, and the path could yet offer something optimistic.