Fires of the past
The wood felt cold and lifeless in her hand, fingers tightening around it as she walked through the quiet house. Quena had been avoiding going near Ironforge for so long that she had no reason to come to it.
After years of being missing, SI:7 had finally listed her mate as dead during action. That was what drove her to this dark residence. Echos of the laughter that used to ring through it kept floating by her ears like the whisps of her own homeland would roam. Glitters of dust shined through moonbeams as she looked through the rooms.
This one her daughter's, she almost had forgotten the sound of her child's voice, but as she looked over the pictures of smiling faces the night elf could hear it as if she was running away playing with her father again as a babe. The sound of glee as she picked up a bow for the first time to hear the song of the arrow as it left the string.
CRIIIIIIK
Quena stopped and looked down at her gloved hand, the flesh of her exposed fingers slightly bloodied by the cracking wood of the dead torch in her hand. She turned from the room, absently turning a happy family picture down to face the top of a dresser. The way she moved through the hall avoiding all the puddles of moonlight were as if she was doing it on purpose, but she couldn't see the moon streaming only the dark hallway as she headed to the far back bedroom.
This one was far messier than any other in the home, grease stains on the wall, a picture of her smiling with a rose beside her face...all the chairs and tables set to the height much smaller than her own. At this point, tears were falling as silently as everything else in this place. Pale fingers ran absently over inventions that were halfway finished and would never see their full potential.
She knelt down beside a small table in the back, the only thing on the table was a now dead flowered pot. It had lived for years with no care, but stopped living a year after her Marvendy had been listed missing. With it had died her hope of seeing him again. Silver eyes closed and she dipped her hand into the bag on her side, pulling out a small metal box with a speaker on it.
Caerwyn had always asked her why she kept it if it never worked, Quena just could never explain it. No one but her mate knew it was the only thing that kept her sane during her captivity, the only thing that kept her still when he left.
“But now you're gone...” Her voice startled her, sounding more calm than she gave herself credit for. She sighed softly and opened her eyes, her gaze lingering on the metal as she ran a nail over the rusted button, pressing it one last time and almost hoping something would come from it but as every other time it remained dead.
A still look came to her face as she placed the box at the base of the dead plant and stood up, walking out of the room she idly dragged the torch on the ground as she made her way to the front of the house.
Leaving the home, she was greeted with a blast of cold air and snow whipping through her hair. It was the end of the year, Yuletide was happening, a time for new life as the old died. Gripping the torch, she turned to face the home yet again, seeing it set against the massive forest behind the clearing around the place. “Caer?”
A small noise came from the edge of the clearing behind her as a tall, slender elf showed herself finally. The elf pulled down the hood of her cloak, exposing pale skin and purple markings like her own. “Are you ready, sister?”
The only thing Quena could do is hold the wood out away from her and nod. She couldn't even looking as her sister muttered words above runed snow scribbles that the mage had done while she was reliving memories. A few moments later the end of the stick burst into flames, suddenly warming her against the bitter cold.
One lone tear fell as she tossed the torch into the door of the home, catching the wooden structure into flames instantly. “How fitting...I fight flame to watch my life die by it,” quietly muttered, she couldn't tear her eyes from the scene.
Even as a hand placed on her shoulder by her sister didn't stir her but a few moments later Quena turned and walked towards the tree line and moonlight, feathers and leather melting to her body as she walked. “I will see you back at Stormwind, sister...I need to be alone right now.” The last word from her mouth ended in an almost screech as she finished shifting to her bird form and flew away, curling around the plumes of smoke from her own home before finally heading south, a soft scream following the bird as it cried to the moon.
Caerwyn sighed softly as she moved the hood over her ears and hair again, using her foot to rub out the runes in the snow. “Hearts heal, sister. Remember this as we live on.” She walked over to the tree line and picked up an intricate jeweled staff, tapping the end to the ground. The only thing left in the spot was a sudden swirl up of snow as the mage vanished.
~~~~~~~
Yeah...so I was waiting for the bf to wake up...which he did after an hour and only for 15ish minutes, and was listening to P!nk's song Funhouse. Thought of this and realized I needed some closure for Quena. Her rp partner has left WoW for good. No need to keep her locked to it.
I mourn for her, but I know she will survive.
But now I have to get up for work in 4 hours...so goodnight all.
"This used to be a fun house,
but now it's full of evil clowns.
It's time to start the count down,
I'm going to burn it down, down, down.
I'm going to burn it down."
After years of being missing, SI:7 had finally listed her mate as dead during action. That was what drove her to this dark residence. Echos of the laughter that used to ring through it kept floating by her ears like the whisps of her own homeland would roam. Glitters of dust shined through moonbeams as she looked through the rooms.
This one her daughter's, she almost had forgotten the sound of her child's voice, but as she looked over the pictures of smiling faces the night elf could hear it as if she was running away playing with her father again as a babe. The sound of glee as she picked up a bow for the first time to hear the song of the arrow as it left the string.
CRIIIIIIK
Quena stopped and looked down at her gloved hand, the flesh of her exposed fingers slightly bloodied by the cracking wood of the dead torch in her hand. She turned from the room, absently turning a happy family picture down to face the top of a dresser. The way she moved through the hall avoiding all the puddles of moonlight were as if she was doing it on purpose, but she couldn't see the moon streaming only the dark hallway as she headed to the far back bedroom.
This one was far messier than any other in the home, grease stains on the wall, a picture of her smiling with a rose beside her face...all the chairs and tables set to the height much smaller than her own. At this point, tears were falling as silently as everything else in this place. Pale fingers ran absently over inventions that were halfway finished and would never see their full potential.
She knelt down beside a small table in the back, the only thing on the table was a now dead flowered pot. It had lived for years with no care, but stopped living a year after her Marvendy had been listed missing. With it had died her hope of seeing him again. Silver eyes closed and she dipped her hand into the bag on her side, pulling out a small metal box with a speaker on it.
Caerwyn had always asked her why she kept it if it never worked, Quena just could never explain it. No one but her mate knew it was the only thing that kept her sane during her captivity, the only thing that kept her still when he left.
“But now you're gone...” Her voice startled her, sounding more calm than she gave herself credit for. She sighed softly and opened her eyes, her gaze lingering on the metal as she ran a nail over the rusted button, pressing it one last time and almost hoping something would come from it but as every other time it remained dead.
A still look came to her face as she placed the box at the base of the dead plant and stood up, walking out of the room she idly dragged the torch on the ground as she made her way to the front of the house.
Leaving the home, she was greeted with a blast of cold air and snow whipping through her hair. It was the end of the year, Yuletide was happening, a time for new life as the old died. Gripping the torch, she turned to face the home yet again, seeing it set against the massive forest behind the clearing around the place. “Caer?”
A small noise came from the edge of the clearing behind her as a tall, slender elf showed herself finally. The elf pulled down the hood of her cloak, exposing pale skin and purple markings like her own. “Are you ready, sister?”
The only thing Quena could do is hold the wood out away from her and nod. She couldn't even looking as her sister muttered words above runed snow scribbles that the mage had done while she was reliving memories. A few moments later the end of the stick burst into flames, suddenly warming her against the bitter cold.
One lone tear fell as she tossed the torch into the door of the home, catching the wooden structure into flames instantly. “How fitting...I fight flame to watch my life die by it,” quietly muttered, she couldn't tear her eyes from the scene.
Even as a hand placed on her shoulder by her sister didn't stir her but a few moments later Quena turned and walked towards the tree line and moonlight, feathers and leather melting to her body as she walked. “I will see you back at Stormwind, sister...I need to be alone right now.” The last word from her mouth ended in an almost screech as she finished shifting to her bird form and flew away, curling around the plumes of smoke from her own home before finally heading south, a soft scream following the bird as it cried to the moon.
Caerwyn sighed softly as she moved the hood over her ears and hair again, using her foot to rub out the runes in the snow. “Hearts heal, sister. Remember this as we live on.” She walked over to the tree line and picked up an intricate jeweled staff, tapping the end to the ground. The only thing left in the spot was a sudden swirl up of snow as the mage vanished.
~~~~~~~
Yeah...so I was waiting for the bf to wake up...which he did after an hour and only for 15ish minutes, and was listening to P!nk's song Funhouse. Thought of this and realized I needed some closure for Quena. Her rp partner has left WoW for good. No need to keep her locked to it.
I mourn for her, but I know she will survive.
But now I have to get up for work in 4 hours...so goodnight all.
"This used to be a fun house,
but now it's full of evil clowns.
It's time to start the count down,
I'm going to burn it down, down, down.
I'm going to burn it down."