Lovely Little Runaway

“How disgraceful. Interrupting such an important event with reckless abandon, and spouting such vulgar lies. I almost hope the crowd rips him apart, it would certainly leave Pyrrah better off. The rest of the world as well. Such a pitiful abomination has no place here.”

@pyrxmaster

“..Ah yes.... Forgive me dear.”

“…………….Ok so maybe I was a little worried but just because he’s the Hero of Falconreach and all doesn’t mean I’m not going to worry a bit from time to time.”

The SoulWeaver doesn’t seem sure if she should be more alarmed or concerned, or perhaps both.

A certain spirit sits alone staring off into the distance. He seems to be deep in thought. The air around him carries a sorrowful feeling.

Tonight. Tonight was the end and yet the beginning. A girl would stand at her bedroom window staring into the night. Starlight sparkled in her golden eyes and moonlight illuminated the gorgeous garden below. The girl’s skin was pale and smooth like porcelain. Her hair cascaded down her back in a wave of soft blond locks. Silently she stepped onto the window sill skirt billowing slightly with the gentle breeze. She’d make the mistake of looking down letting out a shaky gasp in alarm and hugging the window pane. Slowly, hesitantly, she’d let go stepping farther away from the safety of her bedroom and onto a small ledge that ran across the side of the manor. The blonde would make her way across the ledge one step at a time internally cursing the delicate slippers she wore. These thoughts were short lived however as one misplaced step sent her plummeting into the bushes below. Rose bushes to be exact. One of the countless rooms the building held was suddenly flooded with light the sounds of rapidly approaching guards following in mere moments. She scrambled to her feet tearing the skirt of her dress from the clawed grasp of thorns. Before she had any time to think about it she was making a break for the stone wall that separated the garden from the rest of the world. Her heart pounded in her chest as she rushed through the plant life ignoring the calls for her to stop. There is was. The wall between this prison and a whole new world of possibilities. It seemed much larger to her now than it had ever been before... but she could hear them closing in. There was no other way. She took a few steps back before rushing forward vaulting into a tree. From there she would jump again barely able to grasp onto the wall’s edge. She pulled herself up panting shakily just as a familiar figure would burst out of the abode. “Pyrrah Rose! Get down from there this instant!” Pyrra would look at her father before looking out at what lay on the other side of the wall. It was a steep drop.. a river carved through the heavily wooded terrain. “I am only giving you to the count of three to get down from there! One!” She couldn’t go back... “Two!” She refused to go back... “Three!” With one last glance at her father and her so called hole she threw herself off the edge crashing towards the river bellow. A big splash echoed through the area before... silence.

The blond cheerfully accepts the drink. A cup of tea was always welcome. It was her favorite beverage after all. She carefully takes a sip humming softly in delight. That joy would be short lived however as her face paled.. her legs began to feel weak and her vision began to blur. The cup would clatter to the floor and Inanis would crumble to her knees soon after head swimming in pain.