#ysayle01

[phthalovoid-blog]

@forsakenbygodsandmen

She’s sketching again, quick scribbles of passersby. Ah, she’s bored. She feels stifled, stuck. It’s a prettier prison than the Void, but a prison nonetheless.

But at least this alleviates the boredom. A better variety of subjects, fascinating subjects. Her eye is drawn in particular to a woman she’s just jotted down. Not only is she stunning in the normal sense, she’s stunning literally in her long ears. Like... an elf. How curious. 

Finding herself daydreaming about painting all that hair is all the prompting she needs to get up, shut her sketchpad and move to approach the woman.

“Excuse me,” she says. She gives the woman a smile, eyes fixed on her with a keen interest. “I don’t mean to interrupt whatever business you have here, but I was wondering...”

Delilah tips her head, and she’s hardly lying or baselessly flattering as she continues, which is refreshing. “You are striking. May I paint you?”

[dragonsights-blog]

@forsakenbygodsandmen

The theory that this is some kind of afterlife is holding a lot more weight with Estinien, all of a sudden. At the sight of the blue-clad elezen, how can he not think it? She’s been dead this long, they all saw it happen... Is this some judgement from Halone, some kind of... sign? That his attempts to make peace have not gone far enough, yet? It is hard to say. He walks down the beach, grimacing a little at the feeling of his boots still sinking down into the sand. At least he had had the forethought in shedding his armor for some breeches and a loose tunic before he came to explore this almost uncomfortably warm area.

As he gets closer, confirms that that is her, he wonders if she’ll speak to him. If she is a ghost or a dream. He’s not sure which he’d rather. Neither, maybe?

As he comes to a halt, he’s staring at her with a faint frown. “...Lady Iceheart,” he says, low, by way of greeting. He eyes her then, awkward and uncertain how to... ask her the obvious. He decides on straightforward. No need to beat around the bush, right? 

“You’re dead. How is it that you’re standing here?”