7th of Winter, 513 AV
Once more the nuit was left alone to attend herself. The Mistress was off doing whatever she did, the other slave was no where to be seen. Evalin sighed, content for a moment of peace. Both of the living that shared space in this cavern with the Witch were wearisome at best. They required too much attention, spoke too often, wanted too much. But then such was the fate of the living. So caught up in their own short lifetimes that they had best to make the most of every moment. For Evalin, of course, this was a meaningless practice. Tomorrow would be as the day before, and the day before that, and the one before that.
Alone as they were, Tsenrika hovered freely in the cage, moving about absently, testing the limits of his motions for the time being. Evalin watched him wordlessly, back pressed against the cold bars of her cage, wrists still firmly held by manacles and chains. Shifting slightly Evalin sighed, "Think it be time yet, Tsenrika? May we flee this place and continue on our travels afar?"
"If you may easily traverse the twisting corridors from this city, then perhaps mine answer would be yes, master..."
She rubbed her hands over her face, before shaking her head, "Be it merely a jest dear Tsenrika. Even I know that it is not yet time, for we have no way to move about freely... not yet."
Holding her manacled wrist up to her eyes, Evalin squinted, pressing her mind back into a dark meditative state. She pulled back from her physical body, but no it was not her's to begin with. It was foreign, it was stolen. Thus it was never that difficult to separate the mind of Evalin from the vessel she traveled the stream of time in. In her mind she could see the cords of her djed, the strands that made up who, and what she was. The cords twisted and folded, etching themselves to the backs of her eyelids as she closed her eyes to let the shimmering picture of her hand come to focus in the darkness. She let her concentration fall completely onto her wrist, and her hands. There she pressed with mental fingers glowing sliver white, massaging the djed as one might clay. She pressed upon the djed of her wrist, molding it and thinning it out just as she did with her hand and fingers. Stretching them, pulling upon them as her other hand gripped the metal of her vice. The more she worked the looser the hold became until, finally, Evalin was able to slip the device free all together. She repeated this process with the other hand, and then releasing her hold on her djed let her form naturally snap back into place as she opened her eyes.
Evalin flexed her now freed fingers before her eyes, turning her hands this way and that to inspect them to ensure that nothing was amiss, "At least we know that few bonds may hold us now my dear Tsenrika. Some comfort there is to be found in this, I believe." Her eyes flickered to Tsenrika, who remained as he always did. Impassive and unreadable. Standing Evalin gripped the bars with her now free hands, eyes scanning the room, "Perhaps some preparations can be made in this short time we have. What think you?"
The Familiar floated to hover over Evalin's left shoulder, "Agreed. Let us not waste the time given to us."
These words brought a smile to her lips, "How amusing. An Immortal who worries over time. A novelty we are, if nothing else."
"Perhaps indeed." Tsenrika said simply, though there was the faintest hint of amusement in his voice.
Once more the nuit was left alone to attend herself. The Mistress was off doing whatever she did, the other slave was no where to be seen. Evalin sighed, content for a moment of peace. Both of the living that shared space in this cavern with the Witch were wearisome at best. They required too much attention, spoke too often, wanted too much. But then such was the fate of the living. So caught up in their own short lifetimes that they had best to make the most of every moment. For Evalin, of course, this was a meaningless practice. Tomorrow would be as the day before, and the day before that, and the one before that.
Alone as they were, Tsenrika hovered freely in the cage, moving about absently, testing the limits of his motions for the time being. Evalin watched him wordlessly, back pressed against the cold bars of her cage, wrists still firmly held by manacles and chains. Shifting slightly Evalin sighed, "Think it be time yet, Tsenrika? May we flee this place and continue on our travels afar?"
"If you may easily traverse the twisting corridors from this city, then perhaps mine answer would be yes, master..."
She rubbed her hands over her face, before shaking her head, "Be it merely a jest dear Tsenrika. Even I know that it is not yet time, for we have no way to move about freely... not yet."
Holding her manacled wrist up to her eyes, Evalin squinted, pressing her mind back into a dark meditative state. She pulled back from her physical body, but no it was not her's to begin with. It was foreign, it was stolen. Thus it was never that difficult to separate the mind of Evalin from the vessel she traveled the stream of time in. In her mind she could see the cords of her djed, the strands that made up who, and what she was. The cords twisted and folded, etching themselves to the backs of her eyelids as she closed her eyes to let the shimmering picture of her hand come to focus in the darkness. She let her concentration fall completely onto her wrist, and her hands. There she pressed with mental fingers glowing sliver white, massaging the djed as one might clay. She pressed upon the djed of her wrist, molding it and thinning it out just as she did with her hand and fingers. Stretching them, pulling upon them as her other hand gripped the metal of her vice. The more she worked the looser the hold became until, finally, Evalin was able to slip the device free all together. She repeated this process with the other hand, and then releasing her hold on her djed let her form naturally snap back into place as she opened her eyes.
Evalin flexed her now freed fingers before her eyes, turning her hands this way and that to inspect them to ensure that nothing was amiss, "At least we know that few bonds may hold us now my dear Tsenrika. Some comfort there is to be found in this, I believe." Her eyes flickered to Tsenrika, who remained as he always did. Impassive and unreadable. Standing Evalin gripped the bars with her now free hands, eyes scanning the room, "Perhaps some preparations can be made in this short time we have. What think you?"
The Familiar floated to hover over Evalin's left shoulder, "Agreed. Let us not waste the time given to us."
These words brought a smile to her lips, "How amusing. An Immortal who worries over time. A novelty we are, if nothing else."
"Perhaps indeed." Tsenrika said simply, though there was the faintest hint of amusement in his voice.
