The breeze picked up as she passed over the bridge coursing between the trees as she guided her mount along the path. Clutching the straps of the bag she carried tightly against the saddlehorn, she gently tugged back the reins to bring the worg to a halt, staring at the darkened woods that loomed in front of her she felt her brows swoop low. ~ Such a tragic scene.. I am sad that this is the resting place of so many. ~ The screech of a bat rose into the silent morning, late for one of its’ kind to hold itself from the comforts of it’s retreat as the rays of the rising sun offered no warmth, as though it recoiled from these woods that were once so vibrant.
Spurring her mount softly to continue down the broken pathway as a wave of gloom overcame her with the passing of bare branches above her. ~ Such hatred… from so many. Even myself, for a moment.. for what she had done. ~ Letting her thoughts wander as the worg kept to a steady pace, feeling the tendrils of guilt rise with her silent remorse. ~ I hope in time you will thank me Tyverus. I hope that when time has past and these wounds have healed you will see this as a kindness. ~ Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the braided leather tighter as a flare of her own anger at her actions raced along her muscles and tugged her brows into a scowl. ~ She did much wrong.. in her undeath. I doubted your words at first.. I did not think such things were possible from one’s family. ~ She turned her head towards her left, seemingly peering through the ridge of the hills towards the Estate that rested on the border of the woods by the lake where she had been raised by her great aunt. ~ There are atrocities that only the dead could conjure. ~ Turning her thoughts from Lady Sunsorrow as she forcefully pushed a thick snare of guilt from her current focus.
Tranquillen passed slowly with the flickering of braziers and the faint chatter of conversations behind the cracked walls, stilling her thoughts as she lowered her head to hide more of her face under her hood.
~ Unforgivable you say.. Perhaps. Some cannot forgive that.. Though I can see that she was more than what she became. I wonder how it was... how she was. I was not privileged to know her before but that is how I would prefer to think of her... Would I have liked her? Would we have invited her over for tea and dinner? ~ The heat of her resentment dwindled as she imagined the scenerio that they would never have. ~ Entertaining her with open arms and happy hearts? Or simply await her return from some great adventure.. Think of her after she had left to tend to her own affairs and toast her absence at Winter’s Veil if she missed our invitation to share in the festivities.. Would we have chatted about her interests? Would we have shared any? ~ Sadness welled in her heart as guilt turned icy cold tendrils across her heart, shame burning her face as she considered the possibilities.
Her final stop was under a large tree, a smaller sproutling entwining it’s roots with it’s parent to offer stagnant shade to the markers that rested at their base. It was her third visit to the sight, her first time alone yet she had no issues finding it, memorizing the path he had shown her after realizing it’s importance. As her boots met the ground she released the straps of the bag, allowing it to hang from the saddle as she moved to tie her mount to a broken fence, rummaging in another pouch to pull out the small herb shovel she used to gather plants, looking it over for a moment before she walked towards the other graves. Olive hues rested on the markers that were present, two were considerably older while one sat with shining new stone, the ground before them fading from freshly-turned given the events that had happened only two weeks prior. Kneeling before them before she spoke aloud as her gaze lingering over the carved name of Ventrain, “I hope only to reunite your family… Our family.” Her quiet tones straining with emotion as she shut her eyes tightly. “Forgive me if you view this as unacceptable, but I will tell you as I told your son..” Her words faltered as she grasped the wooden handle tightly, leaning forward as her other hand pressed against the earth. “In time.” She whispered before taking a deep breath and lifting her head, leaning back as pieces of dirt fell from her fingers to push back her hood.
The gloom around her brightened as she worked, the small shovel digging into the earth with her determination and sorrow as the day progressed. Sudden bursts of rage fueled her slowing movements to resume the pace she had set as images of the death knight passed in her mind’s eye, only to be drawn back as she forced herself to change lich-fire eyes to emerald and the twisted smirk to a softer smile. The presence of the nearby head markers adding to her musings of an alternate life. Conjuring images of a room filled with the Tyverus’ laughter as he clasped Vynleros on the shoulder and interrupted his long pull of a mug, Lady Runeweaver sat sipping wine with her cousins as a red-haired elf stood by a roaring hearth, his face masked in shadow though she knew him to be family as she carried a tray of sweets into the room beside a cheerful Tassabra whose green eyes lingered on the cask of ale that she carried.
“I will never know you!” Her voice rose as tears spilled over to trail down her cheeks, the absolution of the thought resounding with her sobs. The shovel slipped on freshly wetted earth and carved into her thumb as she threw herself forward, sending a sharp pang through her hand and arm to add a physical aspect to the sorrow and bitterness that pained her. Sitting up quickly as she clutched at the wound to stop the blood that flowed forward as each beat of her aching heart boomed in her ears before drawing on the Light to ease her discomfort from the gash.
Opening her eyes as she let the the energies fade to see the hole she dug to be deeper than she expected, her focus locking on the droplets of her own blood that rested in the bottom, she stared for a long moment those crimson drops and the horrid experiences she had with her sister-in-law flashing through her thoughts to end with a page of a tome she had seen long ago. ~ No more will these who rest here be twisted to the will of the damned. They will rest. They will have peace. ~ The tendrils of guilt that sank deeply in her thoughts snapped as her determination rose with her voice as her lips formed words in the human tongue. The heat of the holy energies rasping her voice as she released the spell, flowing from the font within her as it fueled itself from the courage that swelled her heart, she gasped as her finger touched her own blood to draw the single rune with it’s crimson trail. Golden light exploded around her as she blessed the ground causing the rune to burn brightly as it seared into the dirt with a faint trail of smoke, no doubts plagued her actions nor did any anger or worries as her words faded and her lips curled in a smile, the glow etched itself on the area in a familiar pattern as the enchantment sank deep into the ground.
Closing the flow of energies as she felt weariness drag at her muscles, satisfied in her actions and choice as she shut her eyes, the calmness that rippled through her thoughts made rising to retrieve the satchel easier though it still took her some time reach her patient mount. Untying the strings as she sank onto the ground by the graves again before she carefully pulled out the runed box that held what was left of Tassabra. She did not open it though her gaze lingered over the intricate designs of the carved calligraphy, her dirt-caked finger tracing over them as anguish filled her, “Rest well, I have brought you to your family.. Our family. I hope.. that others may see this as I do.” She felt the apology change her smile, “In time.”
The small shovel made surprisingly quick work of moving the earth into the grave, over the box, and across the other graves to even the sight so only those with a sharp eye would see that anything was different. Remorse emerged as a frown as she looked over her work again. “I will bring flowers when next I visit.” Offering them all her small smile before she stepped away.
