Patch this broken soul together (Chemar)

[Amon]

49th Winter 510AV Tag Chemar It hadn’t been long after Amon’s encounter with Chemar at the Festival of Lights. He was finding himself, often, in dire need of her attention; of her soft words and consoling hands, slender and gentle, and her eyes, so full of wisdom. She had spoken to him as if the dreamwalker had seen something deep in his mind, something almost akin to a flaw. But for some reason Amon could not fathom the possibility of wrapping his mind around such a notion. He was not flawed; there was nothing wrong with him. He was the same as he has always been. Or was he? Golden eyes searched the small mirror attached to the rough wall above his chair. What the rider intended to find was uncertain, but he scrutinized the contours of his face, stretching the skin of his cheek with his hand. Nothing looked out of the ordinary aside from the small abrasions on his arms and hands. The marks of more than one occasion where he fought hand-to-hand with a fellow Inarta, over matters that the Endal considered trivial or not. It was the thrill of being in combat that sent him into a spell. What had Chemar whispered so tantalizingly that day? An invitation to the Dreaming Lady; a day just for relaxation. And he would have it no other way. So while Sakima preoccupied himself with preening his feathers, Amon pulled on his pure white bryda embroidered with wistful designs of soaring eagles and adorned his leather boots. It was all he wore as he pushed a stray strand of crimson hair from his eyes and waved goodbye to his eagle companion, who seemed far too grouchy to return the favor. Arriving at the Dreaming Lady took no longer than ten chimes. Many tempers among the castes flared as a result of the Winter calamities, but among those whose anger spewed forth in the form of their lips or fists there were others who held their tongues and attempted to ease their companions or friends. Entering the Dreaming Lady was a relief from all of the tension that plagued his people, and the atmosphere helped in releasing his own. He walked forward, raising a hand to call for an attendant. “I am here on an appointment with the Lady Chemar Tisserand, if she would have me. Is she in?”

[Chemar Tisserand]

Chemar heard the words, and might even have walked through their remnants still hanging in the air as she emerged from the dreaming chambers. Her eyes involuntarily narrowed into a squint as she was met with the softened light of the greeting room, compared to the near darkness she'd just left, even the gentle amber color of the lobby was a little jarring. Her footfalls made no noise as she moved to stand beside Amon, smiling lightly at the attendant, Solas. "I'll take it from here, Solas" She threaded her arm unobtrusively through Amon's, leaning against him with familiar comfort. "If I will have you..hmmm?" With her eyes still narrowed, she pretended to consider his offer. Teasing gave way to a beaming smile as she pulled his arm a little further into her grasp. "I really thought we were past that question all together." Her demeanor was playful and inviting with him as she began leading him toward the salon. Just as they passed from the main room, she looked back over her shoulder to Solas. "The rest of my day is spoken for." With one nod of understanding to the girl she smiled and returned her attention to Amon. "So here you are. Back in my hands." In one graceful step, she stood in front of him, her arms effortlessly sipped from his to rest, fingers laced, in front of her hips. She looked at his face, reading the details of his recent days as they wore on his skin, and reflected in his eyes. A lithe hand lifted to brush a stray hair from his eyes as she silently watched him, determining exactly what form his rejuvenation should take. He was accustomed to this surveillance from Chemar, having been a faithful visitor to the Dreaming Lady as well as a holder of her heart. The golden rings in her eyes flashed brightly as she studied him, her hand having stopped to rest along his cheek. "You should not have stayed away so long." Her words were not harsh, but filled with affection and a little concern. A shift of her head made the glass strung through her hair chime softly as they collided. In a whisper no louder than a feather landing on cotton she spoke to him as her hand slid along his arm to nestle in his hand. "Come with me love." Pulling him along gently, she left the salon and made her way toward the dreaming chambers. "You trust me Amon..don't you?" She looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes veiled as she asked the question, having seen something in him that she needed to unravel before she could relax and comfort him.

[Amon]

“I thought you enjoyed courtesy, or should I be more brash?” Amon retorted, returning the smile with renewed enthusiasm. He gladly allowed himself to be led by the generous hand of the woman he came to love, knowing full well that he was safe as long as he did not stray; more so in the realm of dreams than in reality. And when she scrutinized his face, like so many times before, he felt completely at ease. His gaze caught her own, always oblivious to the ideas so carefully warped in Chemar’s thoughts. He was never perturbed by her actions or decisions, for the rider knew that whatever transpired in the realm of nightmares it was for his well-being. And he trusted her, like he trusted no other. When her hand rested once more upon his cheek, his own hand rose and settled over hers. “I’d gladly spend a lifetime in your hands, if it would mean not leaving your side.” He answered sincerely. One thing was at least certain in the darkened heart that has deteriorated in this Endal’s chest. There was always an immaculate spot held just for this Avora, where her love was stored, and surged the hope that held him at the brink of rejuvenation. All it would take was the steady guidance of a dreamwalker, who now led him to the dreaming chambers, for a chance to restore the rider that was. “I trust you,” He said, “Always, I’ll trust you.” And Amon always enjoyed the view of these darkened chambers. Otherworldly, serene, comforting. He always felt as if he was stepping away from the mountainside of Wind Reach and into the arms of the universe overhead. Swimming in Zintila’s stars, dancing with Akajia, queen of the night. But at his side would always be Chemar. The pallet, with each step was looking much more comfortable than usual.

[Chemar Tisserand]

A serene smile lifted the corners of Chemar's mouth as she listened to his answer. The confidence in his statement gave her great comfort, and washed away any sense of trepidation concerning where she was about to lead him. With every turn, the light was absorbed a fraction more, disappearing into the warming blackness like rain into a river. This is where she felt most at ease, the rhythm of her heartbeat slowed, calming as the luminescent veins in the stone walls pulled her deeper into her mountain. Her vibrant eyes were wide now, no longer assaulted by the glowing light from the outside world, instinctively, she reached back, letting her hands trail at her hips; holding them poised expectantly until she felt Amon's larger, stronger hands slip into her grasp. It was this way that she led him on the final leg of their journey, making her way into the last of the dreaming chambers. As they passed the threshold of the final chamber, Chemar could feel the hypnotic magic of the mountain taking hold. "Take a deep breath, let it in." She led Amon to the pallet, there, she took his shoulders and guided him to lay down, making sure he was comfortable. Pausing there, she looked down at him, lifting a long strand of red hair from his face, the light from the golden ring in her eyes gave her a other worldly appearance, he was familiar with this and had once commented on the pleasure he gained from seeing her this way. Every time they dreamt together she remembered that comment and always paused to give them both a moment to enjoy each other before they walked. With most, she would assume a position of detachment, sitting on a pillow next to the pallet, or simply on the floor against the wall, but with Amon, she sat near his head, offering her lap as a resting place."Are you ready?" She leaned close to his ear, whispering softly as her hair created an enclosed veil for their quiet exchange. Her fingertips moved to his temples, brushing over them softly as she breathed in the gifts of the mountain. She smiled at him with a little mischief.. "This might sting a little." She gave a little squink of her nose and kissed his forehead.

[Amon]

oocHope you don't mind his strange dream hehe! The pallet felt just as familiar as the entirety of the chamber. Amon didn’t find it hard to settle down with a satisfying exhale, his own hand lingering on top of Chemar’s for as long as she held on. The rider inhaled, his gaze passing along the walls, the ceiling and finally on Chemar, whose eyes shown as brightly as the iridescent veins carved into the stones that encased them. “Still as beautiful as you’ve always been,” He murmured softly, and smiled. When the Dreamwalker offered her lap, he gladly rested his head upon it and closed his weary eyes. “I am,” He replied, and with the serenity of the moment followed by the kiss granted to him by the lady who watched and waited, it didn’t take long for Amon to succumb to sleep. In his mind images flashed and twirled in a chaotic vortex, until finally the rider found himself on the Edge of the World, looking down into the valley that was suddenly enshrouded in complete darkness. It was the same dream he had over and over, and he knew it. The fall. The plunge. The sheer rock faces crumbled all around him, beyond, the mountains were collapsing, and the blackness of the shadow that thrived in the void below the Edge of the World seemed to taunt him. Take the leap. Join the fray. Be complete. Amon leaned over the edge, gazing into the darkness. It crawled up the edges like a black claw, destroying the life and substance that thrived there, and sent it into the depths of the void, swallowed by the nothingness. The rider felt a sharp pain in his chest, and when he glanced at his hands, he noticed them gradually turning black.

[Mercury]

Amon Skill(s) Observation + 1 XP Seduction + 1 XP Lore(s) Searching A Reflection Lost in Chemar Nightmare: Falling (Basic) Method to my Madness: I could really get lost in Amon's love for Chemar. Too bad she'll be without this love... Chemar Skill(s) Seduction + 2 XP Observation + 1 XP Lore(s) Seducing Amon (Basic) Asking for Faith Method to my Madness: I wish this thread had continued; it had gotten me really excited with the set up… only to leave me wanting more. I awarded what I could If you think you deserved more lores or specific ones feel free to contact me. You can address any questions or concerns to the little voice in your head. A.K.A. PM me.