The dramatic in Anna took hold really as she thought about this situation further, that grandiose part of her that reveled in dark irony. She had set out to betray Velia, who had in many ways been more to her than Elsa ever was but yet the thought of her blood being spilt was anathema. Though Anna had to think that there could be no greater betrayal than that of one's blood, was this then a test by her god? To see what she valued more, her faith or her blood? If so Anna was fairly confident that Rhysol would win out, how darkly poetic that would be that the elder sister betrayed the one who trusted her most.
Truly Sahova was a theatre for the ages, a stage wherein all played their parts as dictated by the scripts offered to them. 'Twas a drama for the ages, one that never seemed to end as it was locked in place. No, it was not a game as Amaryllis called it, it was a grand façade, the greatest of them in fact. Both a tragedy and a comedy, a paradox among paradoxes and she stood up the stage in the beginning of a new act. It was only right to play her part then.
Why not indulge in this little fantasy for a little while longer? It was rather amusing to delude herself into believing that this could work out for the better, and it would make the bittersweet wine of betrayal all the better at the end. Her madness warred with the vestiges of sanity, though all told she didn't truly thing herself mad. Simply more open to the world and everything in it.
The tall woman stood slowly, spreading both arms slight and gazing upwards with a smile on her face.
"Two blood siblings facing the horrors of Sahova, bound through birth ties and childhood. Rather a story repeated through the ages, no? Though I would suppose that as plays go this one is a fine one and one I rather find myself indulging in. May haps they shall succeed or fall, tis all left to the whims of fate." Anna said, as much to her audience as to herself.
A tour? Oh such a thing could be arranged, though it might be a fair idea to avoid the Palsa Hydrasa for the time being. Amaryllis had enough leverage over Anna as it was, adding in her sister sounded rather unwise to her at the moment. It would rather invite much disaster to her doorstep, to allow the craft Nuit such a piece in her imagined game. Let Elsa follow a script written by Anna's own had for the time being, hopefully this act would end in Anna's favor.
"Most certainly, sister dearest, Sahova is quite grand from and aesthetic view and its environs are certainly nothing like Zeltiva. For its untold horrors a certain vicious and cruel beauty lies hidden beneath the surface, an artistry that really only time can reveal." Anna stated, her words articulate and flighty.
So the monster and her sister were reunited, all well and good but the question the traitor asked herself was where best to go from here. It all depended really, Anna was a rather proactive individual so likely something would come to her. A day never passed where she was not doing something to further either her knowledge or her sway, for good or ill she was always looking to make ripples. It was a part of who she was, seeking to change that which remained unchanged. Add a little chaos to the daily life, the Nuit's could certainly use it. Really she was doing them a favor.
"You really have two option while her, my sister, to be a hawk or a dove. To be a manipulator or to be manipulated, to be strong or to be weak. Those who are strong and resourceful survive and thrive while those who are weak are as doves in the talons of a hawk. Do you understand what I say to you now, Elsa?" Anna asked.
The tall woman leaned against her wall an raised an eyebrow at the girl, as if she were questioning the girl's capabilities. Anna already knew that comparatively she was by far the more ruthless and hardhearted of the two of them. He sister lacked the detachment and almost psychopathic disdain Anna held for others. However would see do what was necessary when the time arrived? That was the question.
Truly Sahova was a theatre for the ages, a stage wherein all played their parts as dictated by the scripts offered to them. 'Twas a drama for the ages, one that never seemed to end as it was locked in place. No, it was not a game as Amaryllis called it, it was a grand façade, the greatest of them in fact. Both a tragedy and a comedy, a paradox among paradoxes and she stood up the stage in the beginning of a new act. It was only right to play her part then.
Why not indulge in this little fantasy for a little while longer? It was rather amusing to delude herself into believing that this could work out for the better, and it would make the bittersweet wine of betrayal all the better at the end. Her madness warred with the vestiges of sanity, though all told she didn't truly thing herself mad. Simply more open to the world and everything in it.
The tall woman stood slowly, spreading both arms slight and gazing upwards with a smile on her face.
"Two blood siblings facing the horrors of Sahova, bound through birth ties and childhood. Rather a story repeated through the ages, no? Though I would suppose that as plays go this one is a fine one and one I rather find myself indulging in. May haps they shall succeed or fall, tis all left to the whims of fate." Anna said, as much to her audience as to herself.
A tour? Oh such a thing could be arranged, though it might be a fair idea to avoid the Palsa Hydrasa for the time being. Amaryllis had enough leverage over Anna as it was, adding in her sister sounded rather unwise to her at the moment. It would rather invite much disaster to her doorstep, to allow the craft Nuit such a piece in her imagined game. Let Elsa follow a script written by Anna's own had for the time being, hopefully this act would end in Anna's favor.
"Most certainly, sister dearest, Sahova is quite grand from and aesthetic view and its environs are certainly nothing like Zeltiva. For its untold horrors a certain vicious and cruel beauty lies hidden beneath the surface, an artistry that really only time can reveal." Anna stated, her words articulate and flighty.
So the monster and her sister were reunited, all well and good but the question the traitor asked herself was where best to go from here. It all depended really, Anna was a rather proactive individual so likely something would come to her. A day never passed where she was not doing something to further either her knowledge or her sway, for good or ill she was always looking to make ripples. It was a part of who she was, seeking to change that which remained unchanged. Add a little chaos to the daily life, the Nuit's could certainly use it. Really she was doing them a favor.
"You really have two option while her, my sister, to be a hawk or a dove. To be a manipulator or to be manipulated, to be strong or to be weak. Those who are strong and resourceful survive and thrive while those who are weak are as doves in the talons of a hawk. Do you understand what I say to you now, Elsa?" Anna asked.
The tall woman leaned against her wall an raised an eyebrow at the girl, as if she were questioning the girl's capabilities. Anna already knew that comparatively she was by far the more ruthless and hardhearted of the two of them. He sister lacked the detachment and almost psychopathic disdain Anna held for others. However would see do what was necessary when the time arrived? That was the question.
