She hadn’t expected to be granted her preference and as her full name lingered on the Seekers tongue, Nyllian rolled her eyes, bored. [color=#b20080]“I’ll address you how I like, I may use your name, I may not.”[/color] Her shoulders bounced indifferently. [color=#b20080]“Death and I have an understanding, though he can take me when he wishes, I won’t complain. Who is to argue with such an unbiased force? At least in his embrace my soul would be free, unshackled and untethered.” [/color]
To live or to die was not something she had control over. Nyllian could command others, but her own fate was tied to the chaos of the unknown. What was the point in fretting over a fate she had no say in?
Her eyes adjusted to the absence of light, her adult life spent deep in these dungeons merely enhancing her vision so she could distinguish the outline of the stone-lined passage. This covert approach, rather than marching her out pulled a curious line across the mages brow, amusement tugged at her lips, but she bid as she was told. Silence, so void of sound that one could mistake her not even breathing as they moved. And once or twice her gait would pause to watch as templar attacked templar in the confusion. Her chuckle fell as a ghostly sigh, even as the Seeker dragged her to follow.
As they reached the outside the urge to hum tickled into life, and when the Seeker finally paused, gauging their next move, Nyllian gave it breath. The melody foreboding in tone, [color=#b20080]“now I am just a tad more curious than before. What schemes are you up to I wonder?” [/color]
To live or to die was not something she had control over. Nyllian could command others, but her own fate was tied to the chaos of the unknown. What was the point in fretting over a fate she had no say in?
Her eyes adjusted to the absence of light, her adult life spent deep in these dungeons merely enhancing her vision so she could distinguish the outline of the stone-lined passage. This covert approach, rather than marching her out pulled a curious line across the mages brow, amusement tugged at her lips, but she bid as she was told. Silence, so void of sound that one could mistake her not even breathing as they moved. And once or twice her gait would pause to watch as templar attacked templar in the confusion. Her chuckle fell as a ghostly sigh, even as the Seeker dragged her to follow.
As they reached the outside the urge to hum tickled into life, and when the Seeker finally paused, gauging their next move, Nyllian gave it breath. The melody foreboding in tone, [color=#b20080]“now I am just a tad more curious than before. What schemes are you up to I wonder?” [/color]
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