02-11-2020, 02:58 AM
Unsteady, tight, steps made Remnii totter forward. The juxtaposition of a sparkling, lavender, dress against the stark white of bleached bone and horn made her sick to her stomach. The dress was too small, even as she was underweight, yet the pace was too fast to easily stride forward.
The ill warmth of the White Tyrant’s hand was flat against her back. Angry red claws were sunken, ever so gently, into the pale blue of Remnii’s back. Cold creeps, a cold sweat, coated her skin-- Remnii could still feel that grip as she walked in silence behind the eldest Wrynn siblings. In shorter human steps, she tailored her strides into smaller steps. Somehow, though so different, the variance felt painful.
The priestess followed, clutching her cloak, a paler blue pallor painted her unfortunate thoughts across her face. For being a literal world away now, Remnii felt everything rather closely.
As the Wrynns shuffled to a stop before the doors of the small chapel, the Draenei mustered a weak, but truly thankful, smile.
“Thank you both so much forr yourr help and hospitality,” Remnii offered, quiet. “Goodnight to you both. Sweetened drreaming to you both.”
With a small and respectful nod, she smiled once more and slipped through the heavy wooden doors to the quaint yet dignified chapel. She bit her lip, feeling it quiver. As Remnii arrived in the room she hastily conjured a soft golden orb in the otherwise dark room. Warm sparks showered down as she ushered the light, with help of her staff, to the center of a chandelier that hung from the stone ceiling. The inevitable tears were coming.
Now awash in warm light, she failed to check the door behind her before she sank before the foreign alter onto her side. Slight stairs to the main shrine provided some semblance of aide to her descent.
In a natural motion, Remnii withdrew into herself, folding her hands together in an intimate clasp. A rune matching the golden light above she shuddered in a sob, “Light give me strength to persevere, for I am so, so afraid. How am I to take part in this song if no one can hear the music to sing? M’uru, grant me your foresight, as I fail to understand.
Remnii’s shoulders shook as her needed catharsis began to spill forth, hot tears on her cheeks.
The ill warmth of the White Tyrant’s hand was flat against her back. Angry red claws were sunken, ever so gently, into the pale blue of Remnii’s back. Cold creeps, a cold sweat, coated her skin-- Remnii could still feel that grip as she walked in silence behind the eldest Wrynn siblings. In shorter human steps, she tailored her strides into smaller steps. Somehow, though so different, the variance felt painful.
The priestess followed, clutching her cloak, a paler blue pallor painted her unfortunate thoughts across her face. For being a literal world away now, Remnii felt everything rather closely.
As the Wrynns shuffled to a stop before the doors of the small chapel, the Draenei mustered a weak, but truly thankful, smile.
“Thank you both so much forr yourr help and hospitality,” Remnii offered, quiet. “Goodnight to you both. Sweetened drreaming to you both.”
With a small and respectful nod, she smiled once more and slipped through the heavy wooden doors to the quaint yet dignified chapel. She bit her lip, feeling it quiver. As Remnii arrived in the room she hastily conjured a soft golden orb in the otherwise dark room. Warm sparks showered down as she ushered the light, with help of her staff, to the center of a chandelier that hung from the stone ceiling. The inevitable tears were coming.
Now awash in warm light, she failed to check the door behind her before she sank before the foreign alter onto her side. Slight stairs to the main shrine provided some semblance of aide to her descent.
In a natural motion, Remnii withdrew into herself, folding her hands together in an intimate clasp. A rune matching the golden light above she shuddered in a sob, “Light give me strength to persevere, for I am so, so afraid. How am I to take part in this song if no one can hear the music to sing? M’uru, grant me your foresight, as I fail to understand.
Remnii’s shoulders shook as her needed catharsis began to spill forth, hot tears on her cheeks.