#kaeldad

Previous Installment: Here

Dreams don’t normally talk to you.

Beckon you.

Trying to reason with you.

Ilyea’s blood froze just as much as the wintery landscape whirled about, the heart’s liquid mimicking the icicles as fear tightened in her throat. She managed then to take another breath the action hard against the frigid air.

“..W-what?” She managed and fumbled as if breaking some rule about conversing that Rose had silently tried to convey to her. The act left her throat thumb as more poisonous cold air stole the warmth from her body.

The woman felt alone and desperately tried to call to her other half beyond the sleeping veil. An action that might of been easier but her thin fingers that wrestled upon the bond shuddered lightly like a weak whisper. It had been now a few weeks since she would able to slip between her dreams and Aurora since the onslaught of various void illnesses. His trail, his family line, his lineage. Ilyea could only surmise that it was the same one preventing her from contacting him.

The beckoning finger moved once more and Ilyea shook her head quickly back and forth staying exactly where she was. Her eyes met Rose’s in defeat but it was what the smaller familiar seemed to have wanted of her right now.

“We talk here…as we are now” The mage whispered now behind the veil of whatever representation that her wards provided.

Dimly her mind tried to make sense of the situation. Someone or something summoned her or changed her dream scape. Rose was here, and they were acting with independent thought. Outside help was impossible.

She wasn’t to leave this spot.

The wintry smell of death continued to caress between the two after Ilyea made her decision to the cloaked figure.

A letter would find it’s way to Theron. The outside wouldn’t be anything fantastic but just cream colored parchment from any shop. There’d be dried roses and lilies and lilacs held together in a green creme colored bow that the letter would rest upon.

Dear Kael,

Hey. So……….I hope these find you well. I don’t think really saying anything about anything else that happened would do anyone good so I know that I will probably get yelled at. Very much yelled at. At least what you did, didn’t hurt anything else within the site so there’s that. I uh…..got you some dried flowers, your, Aurora’s and my favorites. Just wanted to say sorry, and man, I didn’t expect all of that to happen! At at all.

So…….

Hope you are doing well. You’re still my friend. I expect some yelling later if not sooner. Just blow it off as some training exercise in Orgrimmar. That’s what I did until I got banned for that one year....anyways....

~Sincerely,

Ily

P.S. I guess I know what is filling up the cracks in your seal now…...

Continued from here

Inspired Music It was always the gentle shake of the shadows that did it. The incessant pulling of warmth that seemed to pool around the edges that intermixed along the runes. They flickered with blue and grey light like a hazing mixing of clouds heralding rain. Even though Aurora says it’s more her lab then his own, if he could only feel the nature of his nature draped along this like a fine mist.

Ilyea was worried about his void ultimately corrupting it when they finally finished their blood ritual but fortune had smiled upon her; and his shadow magics helped with the subterfuge of her sanctum. Even when he was suffering, the magics here felt like his arms around her guiding her as she worked.

Time was her enemy.

Checking and re-checking the runes within the inner circle, Ilyea straightened the embossed silver stands that she had made especially for this occasion. She steadied them within her tight grip, and then carefully put the dagger that Aurora had gotten for her. It was an unusually beautiful dagger made of some type of elementium and saronite inlay as much as the mage could study when she had it. It glowed with the energies of the well and it was only with all the protections in place; Ilyea could feel safe in letting it come out.

It called to others of its kind and here’s hoping she can twist that against others of their own nefarious deeds. 

The stale buckets of water from Aurora and her sanctum were hefted and poured into the inner circle until the very ground puddled with the extra moisture. Tapping the runes; their flickered and the water seemed to settle creating a small lake for the stand. The dagger held like a prize within protective runes and waters for creation and containment.

It was almost time to create.

Letters would soon go soon to those she’d trust to help her with this. Ones she know that would help her despite the monumental task.

Someone to contain the void, someone to contain the souls and someone to tie it all together.  

Creation.

Continuation from Here

Inspiration Music: 

Draining her magic regularly seemed to have a well-meaning effect on the mage as she slumbered. Ilyea found the more she did this; it seemed to mean less bad dreams that she had grown accustomed. Two things seemed to make her suffer a bit less was either bringing herself to the point of exhaustion like before or having someone that can bring her out of it. Aurora was her safe guard in that decision even when he came as tainted as before. The soft thump of his heart was her meditation into the wee nights and dimly she wished she had stayed a few more hours in his arms. 

 Ilyea had found that sleeping during the day seemed to ward off many of the unpleasant questions that seemed to be surrounding her whenever she stepped into Erudition. One that she would undoubtedly have to change whenever she were to travel with Lumi and Aurora.

If she were to travel with them

The thought once more coming unbidden like a ripple within a pool of water. Her insecurities blossoming forth from within her; the longer she couldn’t speak to Aurora. Failings made real every second that they were apart. 

 It was dangerously clear that he was in more trouble then he let on. That’s what her testing provided anyways. The clue at least given to her by the light of the moon was something her instinct couldn’t avoid. So Ilyea had to take the gamble and thankfully all the work she had done in Val’Sharath allowed her some clearance to gather as much moon well water as she liked by the temple of the moon. The dryads had sung of their praises even though the matter of the staff had not quite been handled as of yet. Little boring victories that surmounted into larger ones.

You and I both know, Ilyea that the only reason his Ex-Wife wanted to travel on this trip to get an artifact to change emotions of all things was to make sure that Aurora would love her again. Any Moron with a brain would come to that conclusion.

The woman paused and did her best to calm her breaths. Cautious eyes lingered from her collection of  moon well water to the Sindorei skull sitting on one of the ledges that was built. Malefaca’s.  Ilyea could clearly hear his voice even though the thoughts were her own.

Shit upon shit upon shit. Ilyea you trusted a real asshole this time. Why else would he so will…

Ilyea closed her eyes for a long moment willing the voices to go away. It took so many years because she would stop hearing this cautionary asshole whenever she met someone new and it took every ounce of her to shut his voice up. Deep calming breaths were issued upon the woman with a stuttering breath. The moon well water was once again a focus as she slide over to her spoils. A large clear jar decorated with runes as well as six vials. 

 Ilyea briefly considered breaking necklace Theron made for her into dust to further reinforce all of the waters but thought against it. It still comforted her even when the void seemed too strong. 

 The box that Theron had gifted her was slid out from underside their bed and opened. The wolfen design coming flowing against Ilyea’s finger tips as she ran them across the patterned wood. The other rose box was already re-purposed now storing all the oils and roses that Theron seemed to be gifting her still since their original agreement. Maggie would probably get a few after kicking Ilyea out of the kitchen for eating almost all of the meat pies today for….10 people. Whoops.

Out of the wolfen patterned box, a single vial of Theron’s blood was produced. One that she had grown very familiar within the past few months. The vial was carefully eased into the large clear jar of moon well water before a few drops of her own blood were added to the brew It was a long shot but with the heavy amount of void and whatever the hell else was in Theron’s blood; Ilyea may have a chance to cleanse it. Or at least change it somewhat. The top was slowly placed upon the vessel before a nearby lit candle was tipped over to cover the top in wax. The jar was placed nearby on the table so that the moon would be able to clearly hit whatever was in there.

 It would not be opened for another full moon cycle. 

 The vials nearby filled with the same liquid was simply touched with a few touches of her blood and sealed with the same wax and placed in the same area as the jar. It wouldn’t be as potent as the brew that Theron’s blood was settling in but she didn’t have as much time to prepare for this.

 Ilyea wished she had more time. 

 As the battle worn mage watched the first lights of Elune’s silvery light hit the collected jar and vials, dimly she hoped it was enough.