#isendre

So many trapped souls. In the Maw, in soulstones, in bodies that were not their own. An experience the lady knew all too well. Her death was ordered by the youngest sibling, her life renewed by their mother. At least she didn’t end up like the two middle children. Ghouls were unable to talk, feel, or indulge in the emotions only the living were cursed with.

Toes wiggled into the stockings chosen for the day as she pulled them over her slender legs. Her ruby ring soulstone threatened to snag a tear in this pair, which gave her pause. Perhaps it was time to let the soul inside choose to rejoin those on the living side or fall into her afterlife.

Her ring was pulled off and set aside until Maeskia finished dressing for the day. Her mother, Irali Ravenmourn, had raised her to plot each movement like a chess piece. Maeskia was her mother’s pawn after all but she was in the process of being her own damn Queen.

Maybe not as wicked as she once saw herself. Friends did seem like a nice word, in previous life no one was ever given that grace. Before the mirror, she stood finished dressing herself in elegance of Sin’dorei silk dyed to match her new pale skin of the Ren’dorei. The split dress clung to her full curves, split at the hip so her sheer stockings could peek out. At least she could look striking in her continued build to power of her own.

“Come, my dear, it is time for our reunion.” Painted nails pinched the soul ring between them. A whip of her hand and the portal to Eversong Woods stood on the other side. From the enchanted apartment to the whispering woods, Maeskia stepped. Heels clicked on the path up toward the Ravenmourn manor.