3rd of Glade, 121
Most might have called a twelve days ride to Kalzasi a long journey. Some might even call it insane when they'd heard of the route the Siltori had taken. But for her, it was just as enchanting as any other. New skies, new destinies, and new people. All of which made her soul soar. But all great things must come to an end, and it was in the eve of the 3rd of Glade that the High Hopes inn was bestowed with the gift of Elen Mel-Amarthan and her wondrous tales. And in this very hour, she was in the end moments of wrapping up one of her favorites.
"'I have stolen the breath of gods, ridden on the backs of dragons, and left footprints in the sky. And yet my greatest adventure was loving you." He said, looking into the eyes of his lover who held the blade of her sword against his bloodied chest. They stared at each other, each with tear filled eyes as destiny called for her sword to plunge into his heart. The only sound that rang out in the heavens that night was of her mournful screams, and to this day if you travel to the tops of the Astralar mountains, legend says you can still hear her soul wrenching cries for her lover in the winds."
The entire room held their breath silently as Elen Mel-Amarthan waved her delicate fingers at the illusory construct of the two lovers. They nearly seemed to dance as the runes on her body, like ribbons of constellations, glowed in response to her gesture. Aether flowed out from her fingertips and gently caressed the man and woman to fizzle into a scattering of stars, and then dissipate into the room like a mist. When every last spec of magic had vanished table by table patrons stood up to clap and cheer and cry at the tale they'd been witness to. Flowers and coin and trinkets were thrown upon stage as Elen bowed, pristine white hair falling over her shoulders and nearly hitting the floor before she rose up with a smile as enchanting as the story had been.
Now without the glow of aether and the distraction of a story, the crowd got a better look at the woman. Elegant, pale features reminiscent of the hytori but with the classic, lavender eyes of the siltori and moon-like skin glistened back at the crowd in front of her. Covering her slim figure was a brown corset atop a navy blue dress long sleeved dress, which although tattered where it ended at her mid thigh, seemed well made and well loved. Underneath she had a set of frost stockings and brown boots that kept out the last remnants of cold and showed off her figure rather well. A detail she quite enjoyed, even though the clothes themselves were simple in design.
As she hopped down from the stage, grabbing the midnight blue cloak from the chair in front, she began to delicately pick up the coins and flowers from the small stage.
"Well, you've certainly earned a room here tonight, Miss Amarthan." The hostess said, scratching the back of her head. "Haven't sold this much ale outside of holidays! Tell ya what, the room is yours the entire week if you keep doin' what yer doing every night. Deal?" She asked, putting a hand out with a cock of her brow and a pleased smirk.
Elen turned to face the woman with a bright grin of her own. "Deal! Though I doubt I'd need it that long. Just three nights is fine by me, and please, call me Elen."
"'I have stolen the breath of gods, ridden on the backs of dragons, and left footprints in the sky. And yet my greatest adventure was loving you." He said, looking into the eyes of his lover who held the blade of her sword against his bloodied chest. They stared at each other, each with tear filled eyes as destiny called for her sword to plunge into his heart. The only sound that rang out in the heavens that night was of her mournful screams, and to this day if you travel to the tops of the Astralar mountains, legend says you can still hear her soul wrenching cries for her lover in the winds."
The entire room held their breath silently as Elen Mel-Amarthan waved her delicate fingers at the illusory construct of the two lovers. They nearly seemed to dance as the runes on her body, like ribbons of constellations, glowed in response to her gesture. Aether flowed out from her fingertips and gently caressed the man and woman to fizzle into a scattering of stars, and then dissipate into the room like a mist. When every last spec of magic had vanished table by table patrons stood up to clap and cheer and cry at the tale they'd been witness to. Flowers and coin and trinkets were thrown upon stage as Elen bowed, pristine white hair falling over her shoulders and nearly hitting the floor before she rose up with a smile as enchanting as the story had been.
Now without the glow of aether and the distraction of a story, the crowd got a better look at the woman. Elegant, pale features reminiscent of the hytori but with the classic, lavender eyes of the siltori and moon-like skin glistened back at the crowd in front of her. Covering her slim figure was a brown corset atop a navy blue dress long sleeved dress, which although tattered where it ended at her mid thigh, seemed well made and well loved. Underneath she had a set of frost stockings and brown boots that kept out the last remnants of cold and showed off her figure rather well. A detail she quite enjoyed, even though the clothes themselves were simple in design.
As she hopped down from the stage, grabbing the midnight blue cloak from the chair in front, she began to delicately pick up the coins and flowers from the small stage.
"Well, you've certainly earned a room here tonight, Miss Amarthan." The hostess said, scratching the back of her head. "Haven't sold this much ale outside of holidays! Tell ya what, the room is yours the entire week if you keep doin' what yer doing every night. Deal?" She asked, putting a hand out with a cock of her brow and a pleased smirk.
Elen turned to face the woman with a bright grin of her own. "Deal! Though I doubt I'd need it that long. Just three nights is fine by me, and please, call me Elen."
