Flashback From Word of Mouth

[Bellarhy Rieade]

7th Day of Autumn 512 AV

Rie's eyelids drooped low as she gazed at the fortified walls snaking around the room and locking her in a cage. Couldn't any of it be over? Trying to stifle a coming yawn with one hand, she looked at the pen and paper sitting atop the simple desk with an aura of disdain.

Fat nanny, as she had decided to call the woman who supposedly 'cared' for her, had left the crinkled sheets in the low light as if she expected her to write something... or her opinion of the good city Syliras more specifically.

"Specified, specified! Doomsday indeed!" the woman had wheezed as she coughed, slamming the door loudly behind her making Rie suppress a little giggle. She had riled the stupid old crow just fine alright.

Rie wasn't stupid though. In fact she fancied herself to be quite smart so of course she knew she had to at least write something or else when the hag came back she would whip the young girl relentlessly. With her words or with an actual whip Rie didn't want to find out so sighing ever so slowly, she painstakingly raised a floppy arm and rested in on the piece of paper.

Flicking the pen casually, she began thinking of what she should call her masterpiece.

"From Word of Mouth," she read aloud to herself in a language that sounded very much a like to horses. She wanted to speak in a language that the hag didn't know. If maybe she actually was spying on her like the girl suspected than she could very well try and understand Pavi. Her dad had taught it to her but her knowledge of it was very poor. A few phrases here and there. She probably could speak a conversation in the language but she knew for a fact it'd be down right terrible.

After writing down the words on the top of the page in plausibly neat handwriting, she tapped her pen continuously on the desk. It was a great title in her opinion but now she just needed to decide what else she could say. A bunch of randomness would be find, she was sure but it wasn't in her best interest to write so terribly that it wouldn't have been worth her time whether she had even bothered to even pick up the pen or not.

[Bellarhy Rieade]

7th Day of Autumn 512 AV

A few minutes later, Bella sent the pen skittering away on the table and read the words she had written on the piece of paper.

I hear Syliras is a place where knights live. Knights are noble. They protect the city. That's all I think of them. Knights are knights and will never be anything else. Or they could be and I just don't realise it. I don't know

The girl bit her lip. That was totally gonna be a rocker in her fat nanny's world. She could just imagine the woman's reaction. In fact, she'd just pretend she was the hag right off the bat.

Pushing her chair backwards in a rough manner, she stood up promptly before hunching her shoulders and screwing her face into the way she percieved the crow to look like all day, all night.

"Bellarhy," she croaked out in a high and most certainly fake voice. "This is not what is called good! This is what you call a fat load of rubbish! What do you think your parents would have said if they had been around to see this gods accursed piece of writing that was obviously cursed by Rhysol or one his followers! First you go running in a storm for no particular reason, next you go running off on your mouth about a gho-,"

Bella's voice suddenly cut off. There was a cold feeling in the air. That wasn't good. No no no no no, he couldn't have been here could he?

"Oh but I am," the voice that haunted her came out of nowhere.

"Cain," she said simply with an undertone of warning "Get out,"

Soon enough, she ghostly figure of her personal torturer as she liked to call him appeared in front of her face.

"You do a suckish impression of your caretaker you know?" he said, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes.

Bella stared at him, distaste for the ghost as clear as day in her own brown eyes. "Trust me, I don't particularly care," she responded shortly, pulling up her chair and sitting back in it.

Crossing her legs, she continued to face the ghost with an unsavoury look in her expression.

"Go petch yourself into some giant hole,"

"Oh no, you need help with your writing," the ghost responded as annoyingly friendly as ever.

Bella snorted at his comment. "Like you know how to write," she said disdainfully.

[Bellarhy Rieade]

7th Day of Autumn 512 AV

The ghost responded surprisingly...well terribly. The effects of her words were immediate on his wavering figure.

"I consider myself much the poet!" he said with a hint of a growl in his voice.

Rie laughed haughtily.

"No much less the poet than I am myself!" she exclaimed, flourishing the piece of paper in his face. "Here! If you think you're so great!"

Cain stared at her, an eyebrow raised on his facial features. "You really think I can actually hold the piece of paper?" he asked inquisitively leaving RIe to glower at his words.

Stupid her, she always forgot the ghost couldn't do anything but bug her. Why couldn't he have been able to do something actually productive?

Groaning heavily, she picked up the piece of paper only to fall on the ground as limp as a corpse.

"So genius, what do you say I write about?" she asked, peering out of the strands of hair in her face. The ghost looked triumphantly down at her.

"Hmph, so you admit I'm a genius."

"No, just tell me," she said impatiently, fingering the pen and clacking it against the floor as the ghost rolled his eyes.

"Well you could say, Syliras is a place brimming with shining knights ready to take down any adversary! It is justice in it's prime and will wreak havoc to anyone who stands in their way. Like the Ebonstryfe! I feel Syliras will..." and on and on the ghost rambled.

Struggling to stifle a yawn, RIe returned her attention to her page. Well the ghost wasn't making himself any more useful so she might as well do something. At least she got a tiny, extremely minuscule piece of inspiration.