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Post by Alana Wisperwind on May 11, 2013 0:03:17 GMT -5
Alana arrived home from her daily outing with Nyoka to find a small package on the front steps. Her heart skipped a beat with excitement hoping that it was ... anything from Vesper. Quickly she took the box inside, looking it over as she sat on the couch. She read the parchment with curiosity and disappointment as it was not from Vesper like she had hoped. Instead she wasn't sure if she could recall the name or not. A gift was a gift though and Alana was still looking for reasons to brighten her spirits more.
She laid the parchment onto the small table and then slowly opened the package. Peering inside she caught the hint of red and beige when suddenly the top of a red mushroom burst into a fine dust, enveloping her face. Alana coughed and choked a little, trying to wave away the dust with her hand. Once it had finally cleared, she looked back into the box only to see the stem of the mushroom left on a pale beige cushion. Tilting her head and quirking a brow Alana felt tingles run through her fingertips and was left more confused now, as this didn't seem like much of a gift at all.
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Post by Deleted on May 11, 2013 19:28:40 GMT -5
Aingeal read the parchment each word her body began to tense, as she read the two men she knew from the camps in Minoc, slowly slid the lid to the elongated box open. The lid fell to the floor as they both backed away crying out blessings and curses running into one another trying to get out the door. Aingeal’s head flew up startled at the commotion.
The room filled with the scent of decay, dropping the parchment she cautiously approached the box, peering in she gasped audibly covering her mouth and nose against the stench. Her eyes burned; inside she knew the lifeless faces…
Beti… A cousin of Tsura… Camlo…her brother, his poor wife. Catarina… barely a woman. Their names swam in her mind; all members of Goral clan, Vaeda’s family and extended clansmen.
Just visible beneath the carnage was a small figure. Aingeal’s body purged making her choke; there hidden beneath was the unborn child she once carried inside her. The smallest human she had ever seen. The child was marked.
Aingeal screamed. Her child marked never able to ever pass the veil that separated the living from the dead. Left for all time to wander in limbo, the price for all that had passed and for the life taken of her once mentors.
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