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Common Tailor, Aeri'Cill of Luminion
Peace falls in the Waterfall Palace as late night approaches. The palace staff take their leave, headed back down into the city save for a select few that live within the walls. The candles grow dim, burning down the wax and wicks of the day. In the nursery, carefully designed with love, a tiny prince sleeps easily. Upstairs, held close together lie the Therri'Cill and Aeri'Cill, who hold each other close.
One sleeps peacefully in dreams, his arms wrapped firmly around the Aeri'Cill.
Her dreams are less Easy
Smoke clouds her dreams, the fires of war raging around her. Clad in a nightshift, she looks around, her gaze horrified. The enemy is faceless, the soldiers clad in no regalia. But the faces of her own are known.
Walking barefoot through a mud made of the earth of the glade mixed with the blood of her own, she sees her filos, some stuck on pikes, others with weapons through their bodies. A large shout echos from behind her, a last rally of 'Cill soldiers led by a noble 'Cill.
With hair of silver and a proud demenor, this elf was mistaken for Fynenar II on first glance. But when meeting his eyes, they were a bright blue, icy blue like his mother's.
This was Aethis, clad in armour and ready to fight. They charge past Cirlia, heads held high as they charge into a mist. A large cracking noise echos in front of her, as a trebuche hits a tower. The tower falls onto the mist, and all sounds of battle cease then.
She screams, a silent scream that could only be of heartbreak and a Mother's pain.
Stumbling back as the dust flies out, the sounds of screams echo around her again as the city behind her is set alight, burning as the towers fall
As she is swept out with the rest of the citizens, helpless, she notices a body against the firelight. Heartbreak tugs at her chest again as she recognises the body of her husband.
Time slows as she makes it to his side, wiping blood from his face, aided by her tears.
A scream of pain and grief echos around the collapsing city as a gust of wind whips the air. Another trebuche hits it's mark, the world going black as the Spire falls from the wall to bury the pair.
She sits upright in bed in a cold sweat. Her heart beating fast, she places a hand to the sleeping Fynenar's chest, relieved to find a heartbeat. She slips out of bed, her steps light and quick as she makes her way down to the nursery, down to her three-month-old son. She presses a finger to his chest, feeling the heartbeat beneath her finger. She stands there a while, simply reassuring herself that they are both alive, bringing her pulse to normal again.
After a while, she picks up the sleeping Aethis, holding him close to her and walking back up to the bedroom where Fynenar II sleeps. She slides back into bed, placing Aethis between the two of them before falling back to sleep herself
One sleeps peacefully in dreams, his arms wrapped firmly around the Aeri'Cill.
Her dreams are less Easy
Smoke clouds her dreams, the fires of war raging around her. Clad in a nightshift, she looks around, her gaze horrified. The enemy is faceless, the soldiers clad in no regalia. But the faces of her own are known.
Walking barefoot through a mud made of the earth of the glade mixed with the blood of her own, she sees her filos, some stuck on pikes, others with weapons through their bodies. A large shout echos from behind her, a last rally of 'Cill soldiers led by a noble 'Cill.
With hair of silver and a proud demenor, this elf was mistaken for Fynenar II on first glance. But when meeting his eyes, they were a bright blue, icy blue like his mother's.
This was Aethis, clad in armour and ready to fight. They charge past Cirlia, heads held high as they charge into a mist. A large cracking noise echos in front of her, as a trebuche hits a tower. The tower falls onto the mist, and all sounds of battle cease then.
She screams, a silent scream that could only be of heartbreak and a Mother's pain.
Stumbling back as the dust flies out, the sounds of screams echo around her again as the city behind her is set alight, burning as the towers fall
As she is swept out with the rest of the citizens, helpless, she notices a body against the firelight. Heartbreak tugs at her chest again as she recognises the body of her husband.
Time slows as she makes it to his side, wiping blood from his face, aided by her tears.
A scream of pain and grief echos around the collapsing city as a gust of wind whips the air. Another trebuche hits it's mark, the world going black as the Spire falls from the wall to bury the pair.
She sits upright in bed in a cold sweat. Her heart beating fast, she places a hand to the sleeping Fynenar's chest, relieved to find a heartbeat. She slips out of bed, her steps light and quick as she makes her way down to the nursery, down to her three-month-old son. She presses a finger to his chest, feeling the heartbeat beneath her finger. She stands there a while, simply reassuring herself that they are both alive, bringing her pulse to normal again.
After a while, she picks up the sleeping Aethis, holding him close to her and walking back up to the bedroom where Fynenar II sleeps. She slides back into bed, placing Aethis between the two of them before falling back to sleep herself