The Bloody Crimson Edge (Cade, Eryss)

by **Aello** on January 17th, 2012, 2:40 pm

Winter 8, 511 AV
Location: Unknown

Aello stood in the center of the clearing. A bed of white circling her feet, and stretching forever outwards, drowning against the dam of trees. Tall, winding, thick, brown-trunked trees, which reached for the sky. Their limbs begging to be caressed by the sun's warm, golden rays. Its touch, as ethereal as the whistling wind. That which forced the fabric of the girl's clothes to ripple and sway as it swept her long brown hair off her shoulders for a time, before setting it back down again.

As the young spiritist stood, breathing evenly in through the nose, and out through the mouth, she stared at nothing. Her chest ached as she drew in the cold, as her fingers wound themselves around the dark hilts of each of her daggers. One held in each hand. The cursed in her right, the free in her left. The blade turned towards her back, towards that which she had already come to pass. Her thumbs dancing across the hilt half-heartedly as she tried to build up a sense of heat. For the curse seemed so very cold.

After a time, Aello could feel herself sinking into a crouch. Her legs bent at the knees, her arms bent at the elbows. She held her arms up, her daggers resting across her flesh. Their points close to her arm's mid, as she finally, forced the right forward. Jabbing the air with her weapon, before swinging it towards her left side, and then, dragging it back to its starting position. As soon as she had, her left hand shot forward, striking the air violently, before she drew it out, to the far left side of her body.

When her dagger had gone as far as it could manage, Aello drew it back towards her body, in a wide arc, which swooped towards her right shoulder. As soon as the dagger had touched its farthest point, she returned it, swiftly, to its starting position, before pushing both of her arms out, at the same time. As though she were punching the air with each of her weapons in hand.