The explanation came softly, but it did little to quell Katriel's misgivings. Then again, any reminder of their creator was often enough to get her hackles up. She huffed. "Fra halam, vindhru sul ga em'an den revas." There was a savage sort of satisfaction in that knowledge, in the end result of centuries of pain. Even those that had not managed to escape in life were set free in death. Some were even able to enjoy that freedom, after the Veil's creation, and Ghilan'nain's subsequent imprisonment.
Katriel's musings were cut short when she asked for her fellow aberration's name - and received her experimental designation. In a split second, her hand shot out, claws gently hovering beneath the curve of the other woman's jaw, points of pressure that gently hovered over unmarred skin. Her expression clouded, yellow pupils contracted to whisper-thin slivers of diamond. "No." In common, the word cut, and something like a draconic rumble underscored the simple syllable. "You are not that. Not any more." A pause, a breath, as her hand flexed, and magic rose. She forced it down as she forced down the instinctive rage, as she swallowed the memory of pain, and drowned out the terrible laughter that hovered at the back of her thoughts. "Remember. Only Sivene. Sivene is enough."
Her words in this younger language were simple, stilted, but perhaps more impactful than the lyric of ancient elvhen could make them.
Another breath - and she realized what she was doing, and lowered her hand. "Ar ame Katriel.."
Katriel's musings were cut short when she asked for her fellow aberration's name - and received her experimental designation. In a split second, her hand shot out, claws gently hovering beneath the curve of the other woman's jaw, points of pressure that gently hovered over unmarred skin. Her expression clouded, yellow pupils contracted to whisper-thin slivers of diamond. "No." In common, the word cut, and something like a draconic rumble underscored the simple syllable. "You are not that. Not any more." A pause, a breath, as her hand flexed, and magic rose. She forced it down as she forced down the instinctive rage, as she swallowed the memory of pain, and drowned out the terrible laughter that hovered at the back of her thoughts. "Remember. Only Sivene. Sivene is enough."
Her words in this younger language were simple, stilted, but perhaps more impactful than the lyric of ancient elvhen could make them.
Another breath - and she realized what she was doing, and lowered her hand. "Ar ame Katriel.."
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