THE NIGHT SKY STRETCHES FURTHER ONCE MORE ; ONE BY ONE, THE BALANCE BETWEEN DARKNESS &. LIGHT IS FOUND! rak'tika can once more admire the glimmer of starlight, &. not merely settle for the memory of it. within the champion of the star herself, consumed light remains.
one step after another leads her once more to her personal chambers in the pendants, ... a sanctuary, to steal moments for herself. &. yet now, as she makes such journey, it is not her body that feels weary ( hydaelyn knows it has already gone above expectations, always rising up after every fall ), but her mind. the overheard conversation of y'sthola &. urianger lingers with the thoughts it brought forth, even despite after defeating the latest lightwarden, y'sthola voiced her concerns plain ; the tainted overflowing light is something that disappears within, but it is consumed, absorbed. ( just how much can your soul take, hero? )
the door closes behind her then, leaving sarastus to stand in silence in a room that has become more than familiar, &. the table is set once more with enough food to ensure recovery. such a sight is taken in too, with the gratitude it springs forth, but it does not wash away what troubles her mind still. not the light ; not on its' own.
the way the echo has warped in its manner, behaving abnormally ever since her arrival in the First, affecting even her rest ; giving dreams that seem like something she can touch, yet so distant. ever since emet-selch made himself known. ever since ...
@heroeslot : feeling a bit trapped by the attention?
THOUGHTS COME TO A HALT ; JUST AS THEY WERE ABOUT TO CROSS THE PATH OF ONE OF THE CAUSES SHE FEELS THE ECHO RESPOND TO. she turns slightly to find the bright halo of a familiar figure by now, the company only she can hear, only she can see. ( reasons are right there, yet, but are unaware. )
there is the smallest tug upwards at the corners of her lips, sunlight given into the room even when starry sky is above. ❝ no, not quite. ❞ it comes out first, smooth &. refined. ❝ but the title of 'warrior of darkness' does echo quite strangely to my own ears. ❞ there it is, the lighthearted flow.
&. then, because she has a feeling that he already knows ; because ardbert has a way of always having an inkling, ... or, be it those ethereal golds with their dim glow that can not ever hide what goes within, not fully ; ❝ what do you make of all this? ❞ she asks, gaze focused upon him. the question broad, perhaps, so, she attempts to clarify,
❝ y'sthola's theory and fears about the light within lightwardens. emet-selch offering cooperation. the fact we know little of the exarch. ❞ what she does not mention are the echoes she experiences, the dreams that are a blur, voices so distant &. muffled, yet she feels the spark of 'home' whenever those dreams claim her.
