#kytaera

Everything was set up, was placed and ready, as the medic went about the room. Gazing upon her mother in a mixture of joy and of sorrow. She was thrilled the broodmother was returned to her, it felt so long, so very long since she laid eyes upon her.

She applies the needles, the injections, to make sure the woman slept peacefully. She did not wish the mother to awaken, oh no no no, that would not do. She did not need her mother tearing through Silvery moon moon. No none indeed.

She sits alongside her on the bed, gazing down upon the female, Veu’zal, stood nearby, glowing, watching and overseeing what is to be seen between the two, the elven woman smiles, leaning down. Rasping as she giggles within her respirator. The cowl was back, the goggles off, gazing.

She reached a hand down, stroking along her hair, so long, so very long, the ordeal was disorienting, she couldn’t remember much of it. But she pushed it aside. As she giggles, peering down upon Kytaera bloodravager now mending and recovering.

“ Momma’s back...back from death...hehee....welcome home momma~...” She says tenderly rasping, as she sits there, alongside Tae. She stayed by here. All night long, and day, as she would work upon bringing perfection back to her flesh, and seeing about the contamination that now was within her body.

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Everything, was lost, empty if not void in the lil medically adept Apothocary...she was at her wit’s ends. having lost so many loved ones. People she desired only their love, their attention...all for naught. She wander’s Tureem from time to time, even meandering out on her own. Staff in hand, her robes on, she would move along. 

More often than anything, she would come back bruised, battered, scraped up, bandages all over, she sighs from her respirator. Her addiction to her dust of the arcane mixture now what helps to numb her mind of the pain. The only things to accompany her, in the dark, dank nights, where the fog settles, and the night air is chill...are the crows, the flying messanger’s of death, the voice of those who would speak the toll that chimes the end...yet no end ever found her. No demon, no orc crossed her way, nothing, and thus her broken heart suffered more, and more...

One day, she wander’s into the place where Kytaera had her room, in Tuurem, looking around. Her sister, as she called her, would be off somewhere. She had the room to herself, her thoughts to herself...looking over what was left of mother’s things...mother...she almost laughed, the woman had never truly acknowledged her as a daughter...she never did, not even to the end...that’s what hurt so much, she would never have the chance.

but her eyes, her eyes look towards the table, where she noted mothers violin, how long had she herself since played? She walks over, taking it up in her bandaged hand. As she’d walk out with it, walking along the path as she had her thoughts. She went towards her building, and would pack up her things. What she would need, as she would head off, away from the others.

She was a burden, nothing but baggage they needed no more, there was work to be done, as she reaches up to adjust her respirator.She puts everything on her mount, leaving a note for anyone who cared.

“good bye...”

Was all that would be written, in blood, the medic saying her final farewell to the remnants of the Bloodravager’s. She cast one last look towards where the other’s rested...they didn’t need her, they had the female orcess to tend them...twas time to move on.

 Moving along the trail, her foot falls soft, paced. In the dark of night, the ravens, those of the night her companions...her guide to her madness. She would play the melody now, slow, sorrowful, her heart put into the melody as she walked into the distance, back towards home, where memories awaited.

The crows, the ravens would pause from time to time, to listen to this sad melody, guiding her way. As she went, heading on home, her stead carrying what she took with her. The woman looks one last time to the night sky, her eyes gazing upon the distance, as she took in everything.

Her hand subconsciously reaching up, to touch her necklace, where Visp’s, the walls stone item was wired too, along with Zaytan’s tusk...two dear treasures. She also add’s the small crystal vial of Tae’s blood to it. Three treasures she will always carry. Along with mother’s violin...

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Dee would blink, rather surprised at the sensation that would go along her scalp, she tilts her head, keeping still as She Felt the woman she called mother attempt this course of action. She never had her hair braided, or done up in any way.

But she wasn't going to complain," Your mother? What was she like?" She would ask curiously in her soft voice, she'd never had a mother, but for once, in this long journey, she was feeling happy, very happy that Mother Kytaera was talking to her. Something she could treasure, a moment in time.