She looked back at him, a slight smile on her face. It was good that others knew of Ghil-Dirthalen and she was pleasantly surprised to hear that their tale hadn't completely disappeared in the eons between then and now.
His next comment elicited a small chuckled. [color=#9a00b2]"Well, there would certainly be more children about."[/color] That might have been a slight jab at his proclivities, but nothing judgmental. [color=#9a00b2]"But perhaps ones who knew more of our history, which wouldn't be such a bad thing."[/color]
She let him take the lead in piecing the story together. Now that they knew who - or what - it was about, it didn't take long for the story to be made whole again. Even as the sounds of moving stone indicated that they had solved the puzzle she found herself staring at it, a hollowness within her tinged with sorrow aching as she did. Spirits might not be friends, per say, but at one time she had nearly thought of Ghil-Dirthalen as such. Back when she could find peace at Vir Dirthara, long, long ago. [color=#9a00b2]"Ir abelas, lethallin,"[/color] she said quietly.
Doing her best to shake off the cobwebs of memory clinging to her, she followed Ruth down the stairs. Another pulse of magic lit veilfire sconces around the chamber. It was not large, but a few people could comfortably fit around the tomb. Originally this chamber would have been meant for those entering uthenera, and the murals along the walls depicted scenes of such, but eventually fewer and fewer of them had been able to do so. The war had put an end to lives that were never meant to see finality so.
There was a chest at the foot of the sarcophagus, and she had no doubt her friend's final resting place could be opened but she was unsure if she wished to. [color=#9a00b2]"What you seek is probably in there,"[/color] she said, indicating the chest. [color=#9a00b2]"Likely safe enough now that we've passed the test."[/color]
His next comment elicited a small chuckled. [color=#9a00b2]"Well, there would certainly be more children about."[/color] That might have been a slight jab at his proclivities, but nothing judgmental. [color=#9a00b2]"But perhaps ones who knew more of our history, which wouldn't be such a bad thing."[/color]
She let him take the lead in piecing the story together. Now that they knew who - or what - it was about, it didn't take long for the story to be made whole again. Even as the sounds of moving stone indicated that they had solved the puzzle she found herself staring at it, a hollowness within her tinged with sorrow aching as she did. Spirits might not be friends, per say, but at one time she had nearly thought of Ghil-Dirthalen as such. Back when she could find peace at Vir Dirthara, long, long ago. [color=#9a00b2]"Ir abelas, lethallin,"[/color] she said quietly.
Doing her best to shake off the cobwebs of memory clinging to her, she followed Ruth down the stairs. Another pulse of magic lit veilfire sconces around the chamber. It was not large, but a few people could comfortably fit around the tomb. Originally this chamber would have been meant for those entering uthenera, and the murals along the walls depicted scenes of such, but eventually fewer and fewer of them had been able to do so. The war had put an end to lives that were never meant to see finality so.
There was a chest at the foot of the sarcophagus, and she had no doubt her friend's final resting place could be opened but she was unsure if she wished to. [color=#9a00b2]"What you seek is probably in there,"[/color] she said, indicating the chest. [color=#9a00b2]"Likely safe enough now that we've passed the test."[/color]
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