“Be careful with the paths laid before you…”
Her own whispered warning filled her ears but it was to late. Caught in a shifting greyscape the two paths that were before her both seemed to glow ominously. A cool wind blew over her, smelling of herbs.
“Ancestors, standing up for tradition” The tree on the path to Windsong’s left grew, a sapling growing until it became an ancestor tree that had weathered the test of time. The shade it provided would keep her cool on a summer’s day and the branches would provide a comfortable spot to rest. “Tradition is on this path, wherever it leads it involves your home.” A low groan of breaking bark and the tree’s leaves began to wilt as rot formed, an infection just beneath the skin. “But I’m seeing a trickster. Cunning, crafty, and manipulative.” From the shadows beneath the branches the shadows shifted, imitating an elf. “But the trickster isn’t your friend. Be clever, be quick.” The shadows gave her a grin that was to wide, showed teeth that were sharpened and hungry for- what?
“The other path is stable and fixed, strong and secure.” Backing up the other path began to form more clearly. White stone offering a safe and secure passage… if it wasn’t for the bloody nails that lined it. “There’s sacrifices to take on this path.” Somehow, Windsong knew that it didn’t matter how thick her boots here. She’d bleed with every step she took, suffer with every breath. “But every night sees the dawn. Something quickly moves down the path.” Unhindered by the nails she could her the reassuring sound of a horse and its rider. They moved down the path with ease, not close enough to hear if she yelled. But if she ran along the nail-littered path she could reach them.
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I see… From the way things are going at the moment, something tells me that I’m somehow going along two paths at once. As if they are converging right now. But of course, I can only choose one destination. And I assure you, it will be the path of glory.“ He smirks, but it quickly became a grin. "Glory to the Sin’dorei! And to myself, of course.”
“But which one!” She spoke up but the shifting grey color around her stole the sound from her voice. “Two paths do not always merge! Sometimes choices must be made!” When she tried to move her knees would not budge, stuck in place. “Fate is a bitch you shouldn’t tempt!” Anxiety filled her chest and she watched the black-haired elf walk past her, to stand- but she didn’t see a different path. For a few moments he pondered and then, without looking back he simply walked off the edge.
She jolted awake in a empty bed, long after Thallus had left, poinching the bridge of her nose to try and kill the headache that crept up on her as she slept. “I hate seeing other people in my dreams.” Alone, her words did little to fill the empty house.
(( Recording down some RP with another SOS player!))
Tyleril Silversword 