Winter

[ohazhuremylove]

  They are all there - her husband, his father, her children, and the other Enchanters. Azhure opens her mouth to speak, and then...  The song is like nothing she's ever heard. Her father, WolfStar, that madman. He has done this, somehow, ripped her from her very reality and put her quite somewhere else. She can remember the cold of winter that

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[eyrienprince]

Speaking of wings!

This particular one is more of the 'batlike' variety, though, and has an expression of seriously dubious wariness from where he just landed, probably ten feet away and poised warily, posture the expert grace of a fighter. And a good one.

Don't take offense, Azhure, Lucivar looks like that at everyone.

His narrowed golden eyes might ask the question, but Lucivar has never liked beating around the bush and subtlety and silly things like that. "Who are you," and it's not really that much of a question.

(Also, welcome, but he'll get to that later. Much later.)

[ohazhuremylove]

Azhure could recognize the motions of a fighter when she saw one - her husband, of course, as well as others she had known. She herself wasn't a delicate bloom, either, but that was besides the point. Azhure wasn't in the mood for a confrontation.

"I'm Azhure," she replied, raising her chin. She ignored strands of black hair as they tickled her jaw, having loosened themselves from the already-loose braid she'd plaited her hair into. She didn't want to appear scared, and fidgeting would do just that. She took a moment to observe his wings, and how - they were like nothing she'd ever seen before. They were leathery, from what she could tell, not like any sort of Icarii being.

This was a strange place, indeed.

"Can you tell me where I am?" she asked, trying to brighten her question with a forced smile. She didn't like being sized up.

[eyrienprince]

Lucivar fans out his wings halfway and then closes them again, still staring at her largely without blinking. Annoyance it isn't, quite, but definitely wariness, even more than that of any normal person toward a stranger.

He doesn't return the smile. "The Mansion," briefly, "From where?"

[ohazhuremylove]

Lucivar would be met with a stare quite blank. Was she supposed to know what "The Mansion" was? Was that the name of this land? If it was, it was a queer name indeed. She hadn't noticed the mansion through the treeline just yet - her intended path had been in the literal opposite direction, and on top of that, Azhure wouldn't have just gone and banged on the doors of a quite fancy house to begin with. Strangers, given her situation currently, didn't take well to her, it seemed.

"From where?" she repeated. Was he asking her that? He phrased it so strangely. "From somewhere not here," she said, her tone low and almost to herself. She didn't know what else to say, so nothing was said. Azhure wasn't going to fill empty space with things that meant nothing, and this man seemed keen on giving her as little information as possible.

[eyrienprince]

Lucivar does not take well to anyone, it's a thing. He does, however, jerk his head, slightly, at that response, and says, shortly, "Obviously not, no one is. So that's as much an answer to a question about your name as telling me what isn't your name. Where are you from?"

A brief pause, and he makes a twitch that might have been a bow. "Lucivar Yaslana. Warlord Prince of Ebon Rih." And the arrogance to match. He'll warm up! Maybe.

[ohazhuremylove]

Azhure seems to have dropped the idea about wanting to know where she was, as though it had slipped from her mind. "Lord Yaslana, then. I am Azhure SunSoar - " she stops short. She can't introduce herself as a moon goddess, now can she? She settles for what she's already said.

She looks finally to the Mansion. "How long have you stayed here?" she asks, gesturing to it. It was a massive thing. It looked more like a Keep than a house, to her.

[eyrienprince]

Lucivar actually seriously considers that question. It's an improvement! And says, after a moment, "Nearly two years. Longer than most but not so long as others."

Best get this over with. "There's no way back. The way here is a one way door."

[ohazhuremylove]

Azhure makes a loud sort of choking noise. "Well, then," she says. She looks like a hen who's suddenly been soaked with water and then thrown in a pot. As casually as she can manage, she folds her arms together. "That's just... ducky," she observes.

She can't help but look at his wings, and finally she speaks. "Can I ask - what are you? - without sounding rude?" she ventures. "I've never seen wings like yours before."

[eyrienprince]

His smile is dangerous and kind of full of teeth, wings fanning out again like a dark silk shadow around him. But he's not even thinking about it. "Eyrien," he says, coolly. "I'm used to the questions by now. A warrior race from Askavi. Not of your world."

[ohazhuremylove]

"Apparently," she says, staring at his wings. "I'm an Icarii - well, half, but it's all the same," she adds with a small shrug. "I was apprehensive to fly, though. I never know how the locals are going to react. It seems like you're doing okay, though."

She's itching to fly. She wants to see what this place looks like from the sky, and it's driving her mad not to go take a peek, especially now.

[eyrienprince]

Lucivar seems, fleetingly, amused. "If anyone tried to fire arrows at me I would kill them," he says, and it might not be exactly clear if he's kidding. "I don't think anyone would be too panicked."

[ohazhuremylove]

Azhure grins broadly at his statement. "Arrows, eh?" She suddenly wishes she had the Wolven with her. Perhaps this man would have appreciated it. She wonders if she'll ever see it again, or if there's a way to get it back somehow.

"It's so strange, after the initial shock, it's almost like everything's faded. Like it was a dream," she muses. She glances back to Lucivar. "Is there no pattern to how people are chosen? Or do they randomly just... appear?"

[eyrienprince]

He pauses, then shakes his head. "No true pattern. Some come when they have died. Others don't. It seems random enough, and my sister has been looking for patterns since we got here."

[ohazhuremylove]

"How incredibly frustrating," she replies, her brow furrowed. At least that put her mind at ease about having died very suddenly. Azhure really wasn't happy about that notion, and now that she learned some just ended up here, she felt better about the ordeal as a whole.

"Does everyone stay at that Mansion?" she asks. She realizes how stupid it sounds, but the thing was huge.

[eyrienprince]

"Not everyone." The wariness has eased, some. Much as it ever does. "A few live out in the woods or a little ways away. But most, yes."

[ohazhuremylove]

Azhure's quite interested in the Mansion, now. She looks back at it, and then back at Lucivar again. "I think I'm going to go up there and look around. I imagine that if people keep popping up nobody will be terribly alarmed," she says with a hopeful expression.

"It was nice to meet you, Lord Yaslana. I'm positive I'll see you around - perhaps you could accompany me on a flight, sometime?" she suggests. Azhure's still not terribly keen about flying around by herself just yet.