02-12-2020, 01:38 AM
The evening had passed without further incident after spending a formative evening with the only princess of Stormwind. Though she struggled to fall asleep, the priestess had managed to fall into short bouts of dreamless slumber enough to make a night's worth of decent(ish) rest. While her heart remained heavy, her mind had cleared into its usual space of acceptance and adaptation. It was good enough to sleep on.
What was not good in the morning, on the converse, was the heavy sunlight streaming through gossamer curtains. At first light, Remnii's white eyes snapped open with a groan. The rest she had received aided in being awake, yet it did little to ease the sense of fatigue upon her body. In response to the sun's greetings, Remnii fluffed up the nearest pillow (in which she had shyly requested many to prop herself up upon the night before) and she unceremoniously flumphed the downy thing on top of her face.
Satisfied, Remnii shut her eyes and took a series of deep, held breaths, in order to relax herself.
Breathe in... 2... 3... 4
Her tail twitched.
Hold it... 2... 3... 4
Her leg itched.
Exhale... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6...
One tentacle seemed to be more tense than its counterparts.
Breathe in... 2... 3... 4
Her ears were ringing in the silence, as normal people were still asleep.
Hold it... 2... 3... 4
Sha'thuma a'ketevo [Please Light, I beg mercy]," Remnii groaned on her exhale, just above a whisper.
Gingerly, Remnii removed the pillow from her face. Looking to the window, she sighed and relented to the sun's wishes. Shucking off her blankets, the only Draenei in all of Stormwind pushed herself out of bed. Silently, as to not disturb her roommate, Remnii dressed herself in one of her saved dresses from Tempest Keep. The garments had been life savers for all seasons other than winter. Given the warmer winters of the South, Remnii took advantage of the climate to not wear what felt like hundreds of layers.
Still bemused at herself, she found herself unsatisfied with her preening ritual. Remnii cast a simple Lesser Restoration upon herself, engulfing herself in her own golden magics with the gentle wave of her hand. The swelling left behind by significant bouts of crying and little rest quickly subdued. While the darker circles did not completely subside entirely, they seemed to fade into the background behind a healthier, blue, hue.
Finally satisfied, the priestess immediately set out to the chapel from the night before after making an extremely quiet (or as quiet as she could make it) exit from the room. More prayers were needed, required, for a better mindset for the morning. As, curiously, a phrase had remained in her mind through yesterday's turmoil, Uther's words, rung in her ears.
"We'll have to find some way to out do our fathers, yes?"
Remnii set her jaw and continued towards the little sanctum, rounding the corner, almost to her destination. All the while she found herself vexed in and about why her companion's phrasing chafed against her so.
What was not good in the morning, on the converse, was the heavy sunlight streaming through gossamer curtains. At first light, Remnii's white eyes snapped open with a groan. The rest she had received aided in being awake, yet it did little to ease the sense of fatigue upon her body. In response to the sun's greetings, Remnii fluffed up the nearest pillow (in which she had shyly requested many to prop herself up upon the night before) and she unceremoniously flumphed the downy thing on top of her face.
Satisfied, Remnii shut her eyes and took a series of deep, held breaths, in order to relax herself.
Breathe in... 2... 3... 4
Her tail twitched.
Hold it... 2... 3... 4
Her leg itched.
Exhale... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6...
One tentacle seemed to be more tense than its counterparts.
Breathe in... 2... 3... 4
Her ears were ringing in the silence, as normal people were still asleep.
Hold it... 2... 3... 4
Sha'thuma a'ketevo [Please Light, I beg mercy]," Remnii groaned on her exhale, just above a whisper.
Gingerly, Remnii removed the pillow from her face. Looking to the window, she sighed and relented to the sun's wishes. Shucking off her blankets, the only Draenei in all of Stormwind pushed herself out of bed. Silently, as to not disturb her roommate, Remnii dressed herself in one of her saved dresses from Tempest Keep. The garments had been life savers for all seasons other than winter. Given the warmer winters of the South, Remnii took advantage of the climate to not wear what felt like hundreds of layers.
With headband and jewelry affixed to all available limbs, Remnii spent a moment combing her hair and made eye contact with herself in the room's mirror. She smiled with a humorless, yet amused, laugh at herself.There has been a lot of mirror gazing lately, hasn't there?
Still bemused at herself, she found herself unsatisfied with her preening ritual. Remnii cast a simple Lesser Restoration upon herself, engulfing herself in her own golden magics with the gentle wave of her hand. The swelling left behind by significant bouts of crying and little rest quickly subdued. While the darker circles did not completely subside entirely, they seemed to fade into the background behind a healthier, blue, hue.
Finally satisfied, the priestess immediately set out to the chapel from the night before after making an extremely quiet (or as quiet as she could make it) exit from the room. More prayers were needed, required, for a better mindset for the morning. As, curiously, a phrase had remained in her mind through yesterday's turmoil, Uther's words, rung in her ears.
"We'll have to find some way to out do our fathers, yes?"
Remnii set her jaw and continued towards the little sanctum, rounding the corner, almost to her destination. All the while she found herself vexed in and about why her companion's phrasing chafed against her so.