#cibor

The day had been a wild one and certainly not one Nyllae had thought would develop the way it did. Having been able to escape her holding and happen upon Amorthon in the cell of the very estate she had been held against her will. The pair managed to escape and find themselves in the middle of the woods in which the Mage had brought them to Fairbreeze, out of sight though certainly not out of mind.

Nyllae has seen to a room for the Ranger until she could return but her first stop was to be the Shiverflame Estate to collect some items for Amorthon’s comfort and healing, along with Savage and Cibor.

The walk was long though it gave her enough time to think and mull over her thoughts that the past several weeks had offered. Night was nearly upon her and it was the amber glow above the treetops that caused the woman some measure of confusion.

Then Garrelon’s words hit her. If she had chosen one decision over the other…

With panic filling her heart the Mage ran through the woods as far as she could in the direction of the glow, her heart pounding in her ears. There was no way she could halt even if she was exhausted from the activities of that day.

Breaking the treeline the heat hit her in a massive wave, her form and eyes ablaze as the long flames that engulfed the estate reached skyward. Deep crackles of the remaining wood resounded through the silent night and the roar of the flames hissed at anything it touched and devoured. Only some of the beams and stone structures she could make out.

Hundreds of years of literature and teachings passed down through the generations of her family was lost along with the very library they had been in. What remained of her mother’s belongings were now caught in the mass to be nothing but kindling. Nyllae’s own belongings and her attendants. There was so much to consider through the sinking of her heart that the woman hadn't noticed the rough fall of the earth beneath her knees or the scream she released, rage filling her eyes and brimming them -- tears steady as the reflection of the flames warmed them further.

Savage. Cibor! Tenj’la.

Panic rose and with a mixture of fury Nyllae stood walking towards the wreckage, blasts of ice magic bolted from her person, low and furious incantations escaping her when a swirl of icy wind battled against the heavy wall of flames. Some of the remains she managed to douse but the mass that was the estate was too far gone.

“TENJ’LA!” Nyllae called out, hoping to hear something beyond the outcry of the flames at the mercy of her magic. Again she yelled out for anyone who had been stuck within or within range to hear her. Fire and ice clashed and having nearly found herself spent, Nyllae pulled back with a defeated breath.

They had to at least make it out. Tenj’la wasn’t a dense woman and very well trained in magical arts. They had Savage as well she knew to be quite the little survivalist -- though such hopeful thoughts didn’t keep the pain of possible loss at bay.

Her chest rose and fell deeply and the thunderous beat of her heart within her ribs spurred her more in a complete fury that Garrelon stayed true to his word. If she chose Amorthon he would burn everything she knew to the ground and Nyllae was stupid enough to call it a bluff, not considering just how far he would have gone to seize control of the situation and his daughter.

She truly had no idea what he was like. An oversight to be sure.

Falling to rear, Nyllae silently took the defeat and waited. Staying for the blaze to die down long enough for her to search for survivors having only the roar of the flames to stifle the sound of her pained cries as everything she knew was burning away before her.

24 hours.

She never suspected for a moment how much the small cub ate though the Shiverflame household obliged at every whim of their Lady when she asked for more food for the small tiger cub. Cibor didn’t play fetch no matter how long Nyllae had sat there with a ball but he certainly liked the tail end of her cloak when she’d take him out for a small walk in the evening. By the time night came and she was settled into her bed, with Cibor along the floor in the large, plush bed she had bought especially for him and his stay.

Candles were lit along the nightstand for ample light to read by and even the hearth held a collection of candles. Some were well past their prime but still lit fairly well and newer ones that were added to the collective over time. As time went on and the pages in her book turned, Cibor seemed to grow all the more restless until he crawled up along the side of her blanket and padded along the large bed and with a defeated ‘hmph’ he plopped down along the side of Nyllae’s ribs and began to nestle in.

“Oh. No no, tigers sleep in the big tiger bed.” she paused her page along her finger and then point down to the bed at the floor. Cibor lifted his head enough to glance over his shoulder at the Mage and offered a yawn.

“Don’t ignore me. I’m the boss here, remember? What would your father say if he were here now? He’d tell you to mind your manners, yes?”

Cibor blinked once and then listed forward to settle his chin between his massive paws. It was enough for Nyllae to furrow her brow and gently shove at the rump of the feline, “At least…. Move over then!” she exclaimed gently all while trying to shimmy and shove the tiger over to the other side, “I need to sleep here too.”

With reluctance the tiger moved and eventually situated himself to finally sleep, which in some sense or another, brought Nyllae some semblance of joy since it seemed as if though Cibor was disliking his little bed along the floor beside her nightstand. Perhaps for a dog, it was more than enough. Nyllae cracked her book once more to begin reading but simply paused to look at Cibor as he began his sleep. Every so often he would chuff and roll around in his slumber which caused Nyllae a moment’s pause from her book.

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