20 of the Day, Fall of 511 A.V.
The Unforgiving
The wind whistled between the mountainous peaks, the ghostly sound echoing through the long-dry rivers and the immense gullies. The overcast was grey and gloomy. It fit the mood almost too perfectly. A lone, black-clad figure made her way down the sharp-cut, winding path traversing down the side of one such gully, silken black cloak raised to cover mouth and nose, the ruby-red eyes that were normally so blank and hard, now were filled with an immense sadness that bypassed any and all words.
Neyasi Tillandsia raised her head for a moment, glancing up as an eagle passed overhead, letting out a shrill cry. As the bird passed out of sight, the cry disappearing into the depths of the gully, there was only silence, aside from the soft footsteps of the Symenestra, as she made her way down to the bottom of the gully, numb to the world around her, intent only on what lay at the bottom. It pained her to even think about it.
As Neyasi reached the bottom, she pulled the cloak away from her mouth and nose, stopping, to look across the way, at the tall, smooth white stone that marked the place. Neyasi slowly moved forward, silken cloak whispering softly against the rocky soil, as she approached the stone. She came to a stop before the foot of the stone, and proceeded to fall to her knees, the sharp pain of the collision on her frail Symenestra bones dulled by her steadily-growing grief.
Neyasi slowly reached out with one pale, long-fingered, black-nailed hand, laying it on a slight bump in the soil, hardly noticeable, palm-down, and bowing her head, the ebony waves pulled behind her face at last working themselves free, coming down to shield her face, as she allowed herself to be swept into a path of bitter-sweet memories that had long been buried. "It was all my fault..." She spoke softly, the words barely escaping her reddish lips.
"I could have saved you... But I ran. And I let you die." Neyasi gave her head a slight shake, more of a gesture of grief than anything else. "It's been so hard, without you. I don't even know if I'm just talking to myself. But I walk alone. I eat alone. In the end." She spoke so softly, it was almost impossible to distinguish her words from the rapidly-rising wind. She gave a slight, pained smile.
"You wouldn't believe the sights I've seen, the paths I've walked... The people I've met. I've met good people, Vordinan. Truly. But they never come with me. Not like you did." Neyasi bent her head lower. One could safely assume that she was speaking to the unmarked grave of someone who had passed from this realm of existence, such was the grievous manner of her body, mind, and soul.
The Unforgiving
The wind whistled between the mountainous peaks, the ghostly sound echoing through the long-dry rivers and the immense gullies. The overcast was grey and gloomy. It fit the mood almost too perfectly. A lone, black-clad figure made her way down the sharp-cut, winding path traversing down the side of one such gully, silken black cloak raised to cover mouth and nose, the ruby-red eyes that were normally so blank and hard, now were filled with an immense sadness that bypassed any and all words.
Neyasi Tillandsia raised her head for a moment, glancing up as an eagle passed overhead, letting out a shrill cry. As the bird passed out of sight, the cry disappearing into the depths of the gully, there was only silence, aside from the soft footsteps of the Symenestra, as she made her way down to the bottom of the gully, numb to the world around her, intent only on what lay at the bottom. It pained her to even think about it.
As Neyasi reached the bottom, she pulled the cloak away from her mouth and nose, stopping, to look across the way, at the tall, smooth white stone that marked the place. Neyasi slowly moved forward, silken cloak whispering softly against the rocky soil, as she approached the stone. She came to a stop before the foot of the stone, and proceeded to fall to her knees, the sharp pain of the collision on her frail Symenestra bones dulled by her steadily-growing grief.
Neyasi slowly reached out with one pale, long-fingered, black-nailed hand, laying it on a slight bump in the soil, hardly noticeable, palm-down, and bowing her head, the ebony waves pulled behind her face at last working themselves free, coming down to shield her face, as she allowed herself to be swept into a path of bitter-sweet memories that had long been buried. "It was all my fault..." She spoke softly, the words barely escaping her reddish lips.
"I could have saved you... But I ran. And I let you die." Neyasi gave her head a slight shake, more of a gesture of grief than anything else. "It's been so hard, without you. I don't even know if I'm just talking to myself. But I walk alone. I eat alone. In the end." She spoke so softly, it was almost impossible to distinguish her words from the rapidly-rising wind. She gave a slight, pained smile.
"You wouldn't believe the sights I've seen, the paths I've walked... The people I've met. I've met good people, Vordinan. Truly. But they never come with me. Not like you did." Neyasi bent her head lower. One could safely assume that she was speaking to the unmarked grave of someone who had passed from this realm of existence, such was the grievous manner of her body, mind, and soul.
