Timestamp: 14th of Winter 514 AV
The frigid water lapped at the seashore. In the distance Shai could make out the shadow of the rowboat, riding the receding tide back to their fishing boat. Standing in the shadow of the looming tower, the Spider waited until she was entirely alone before turning away. The fisherman would return for her in the late morning, as agreed over gold rimmed chips. It was one night away from the anarchy; one night for remembrance.
The sentinel whose shadow she shared, stabbed against the darkening skyline. The tower of Klet, it had been years. It was here that clarity had come to the Symenestra, no the woman. Her life had changed since then, more stable and full. Lucian, the sweet boy, who had come to live with her inspired hope. Some part of the spider could still be humane, it wasn’t all smothered in her insidious actions. Standing alone, on this very coast, with the same observer Shai had chosen once again to trust.
The missing son was never found, and now Antar was gone but while it lasted they had meant hope. Now that was Lucian, and Chell. The familiar in his sealed form, a faceted crystal affixed to a silver chain at her breast, had been quiet about the trip. Generally the Irylid wanted to question her motives, to assess the risks. He must have come to understand this was a journey she needed to make. There were no bodies of the men passed from her life, but this was the closest to a gravestone Shai would ever have.
A nod to the changed season, the spider had chosen to wear mittens and boots. A stark contrast to her normally escapist themed gear. When cilia were your greatest asset, covering them was a large concession.
Chell will you watch for me?
Affirmative. He replied and drew from her essence. Taking on his spherical natural shape. Here where no one could out their magic, the display was as safe as it would ever be.
With Chell at her back, Shai lowered herself at the foot on the tower. Kneeling in reverence to the unknown and symbolic. The Widow’s vigil began
The Tower’s mystery had always piqued her curiosity. Perhaps tonight she would scale it and discover where those windows led. There would be time before the humans returned. The time had been earmarked for meditation, there was a turning point rapidly approaching on the horizon and Shai had to come to terms with the changes. Still the thief’s curiosity had a way of getting the better of her, neither age nor responsibility seemed to diminish the drive.
Before alabaster eyelids could flicker open, Shai was already shedding the mittens.
The frigid water lapped at the seashore. In the distance Shai could make out the shadow of the rowboat, riding the receding tide back to their fishing boat. Standing in the shadow of the looming tower, the Spider waited until she was entirely alone before turning away. The fisherman would return for her in the late morning, as agreed over gold rimmed chips. It was one night away from the anarchy; one night for remembrance.
The sentinel whose shadow she shared, stabbed against the darkening skyline. The tower of Klet, it had been years. It was here that clarity had come to the Symenestra, no the woman. Her life had changed since then, more stable and full. Lucian, the sweet boy, who had come to live with her inspired hope. Some part of the spider could still be humane, it wasn’t all smothered in her insidious actions. Standing alone, on this very coast, with the same observer Shai had chosen once again to trust.
The missing son was never found, and now Antar was gone but while it lasted they had meant hope. Now that was Lucian, and Chell. The familiar in his sealed form, a faceted crystal affixed to a silver chain at her breast, had been quiet about the trip. Generally the Irylid wanted to question her motives, to assess the risks. He must have come to understand this was a journey she needed to make. There were no bodies of the men passed from her life, but this was the closest to a gravestone Shai would ever have.
A nod to the changed season, the spider had chosen to wear mittens and boots. A stark contrast to her normally escapist themed gear. When cilia were your greatest asset, covering them was a large concession.
Chell will you watch for me?
Affirmative. He replied and drew from her essence. Taking on his spherical natural shape. Here where no one could out their magic, the display was as safe as it would ever be.
With Chell at her back, Shai lowered herself at the foot on the tower. Kneeling in reverence to the unknown and symbolic. The Widow’s vigil began
The Tower’s mystery had always piqued her curiosity. Perhaps tonight she would scale it and discover where those windows led. There would be time before the humans returned. The time had been earmarked for meditation, there was a turning point rapidly approaching on the horizon and Shai had to come to terms with the changes. Still the thief’s curiosity had a way of getting the better of her, neither age nor responsibility seemed to diminish the drive.
Before alabaster eyelids could flicker open, Shai was already shedding the mittens.