#ikaros.01

[theportaraceli]

who? @ikarosx where? The Silverlands when? Right after the Blighted Dragon Quest

Their journey back to the Silverlands goes quickly, and once there, the unlikely group begins to go on their separate ways. As much as Araceli wants to follow their guidelines and head back to Eterna to fall into her bed and scream into her pillow for the next several days, Mythal’s words keep resonating in her head. She needs to tell someone, someone who knows more of the elvhen beliefs than a faiman that had struggled to gather all the information for herself. Prince Ikaros, then, it’s the best person possible to discuss the matters. So rather than head home after a long day, she steps closer to the elvhen prince and offers him a respectful bow. 

“Might I have a moment of your time?” She asks quietly. “Mythal spoke to me back in the temple, and I want to share what she said.”

[temperednuvi]

who? @ikarosx where? Avalon

There is little they can do to stop the blighted remnants of the Dragon of the Night’s messenger, even less they can do to fully disrupt the shades slowly manifesting from the corrupted Eluvian. Nothing much beyond keeping watch, to ensure their leaders are made aware of any changes, to ensure the alarm is sounded when the standstill breaks and the nightmares come flooding in. So Shenuvun stands vigil whenever she has time, watching over the bubbling shadow with a racing heart but determined frown. She is terrified at the prospect of what it’s to come, but she refuses to bow down to the Dark. 

She doesn’t expect company as she watches, so the sound of steps comes as a surprise. 

“Prince Ikaros,” she greets with a nod, not bothering to ask how he is. No one is alright, not when their home is at the brink of destruction. “I have been watching for a while, and there hasn’t been any changes, if that is what you came to check.”

[temperednuvi]

who? @ikarosx where? Arvandoril Library

Needless to say, there was only one place Shenuvun could find herself going to after the whole— Let’s call it adventure. — After the whole adventure into the Falon’din library, and back out. The library beckoned, and she would have not been who she is if she had not answered the call. It’s there where she runs into the prince, entirely by coincidence — or perhaps the Weave’s design. She is returning from another journey deep into the Falon’din Hollow’s section — sparse as it is —, when she turns a corner and finds herself in front of the prince. A burst of rapid, and surprised, blinking follows, for she had expected him to be quite literally anywhere else than in the library, but she soon recovers. 

“Greeting, Your Highness,” she offers with a quick bow, hoping that it’s enough, because really, she knows little of how to treat royalty and barely anything worth saying about how to treat nobility. “Do you need help while looking through the books? Or did you want to ask me some questions about our quest? And if not, could I perhaps ask you some questions about what happened before we arrived? I am researching the Hollow right now and anything could prove useful.”