How old was War? How long ago did the first man pick up arms to lead a group against another over some strip of land, or imagined slight? It seemed as old as life itself though that was not true. It might not have seemed possible to the mortal mind but once there had been years, centuries, where the world had never heard of war. But that was another Age, barely known to those who lived in this one now. Yet in all that immeasurable amount of time Favashi didn't think she had ever won such a satisfying dare. Oh she had won beautiful things over the years. She had won deadly things. She had won the first born child of one of the greatest heroes of the Ages, and she had won the colour of the first Mchawi's skin. They all paled in comparison to the prize she waited for now.
Vaer.
The pair had been unlikely friends for centuries though there had always been something... something more. It was always just out of sight or reach. A feeling to tease and threaten one another with, to see how far the other could handle that growing feeling before backing down or running away. But winning that dare had been the next step. She could feel the potential of the havoc she could wreck in this single week. It would seem like only a drop in the ocean to their immortal lives usually but this time... this time she wondered if a week might actually feel like a week as it did to a mortal. Favashi intended to savour every second either way.
She lounged by the ornamental pond just outside of the desert palace she called home, deep within Leogaire. Of course she had given Vaer instructions on how to find her home, though the Dawn Court had a way of twisting itself around in knots to cause mischief by itself, as though it had its own conscious. But he would get there, eventually. As long as a person knew their destination when they stepped on the road they would not come to harm. She gave an impatient sigh and rolled onto her back, a tiny water nymph fanning her with a large palm leaf as she waited.
Vaer.
The pair had been unlikely friends for centuries though there had always been something... something more. It was always just out of sight or reach. A feeling to tease and threaten one another with, to see how far the other could handle that growing feeling before backing down or running away. But winning that dare had been the next step. She could feel the potential of the havoc she could wreck in this single week. It would seem like only a drop in the ocean to their immortal lives usually but this time... this time she wondered if a week might actually feel like a week as it did to a mortal. Favashi intended to savour every second either way.
She lounged by the ornamental pond just outside of the desert palace she called home, deep within Leogaire. Of course she had given Vaer instructions on how to find her home, though the Dawn Court had a way of twisting itself around in knots to cause mischief by itself, as though it had its own conscious. But he would get there, eventually. As long as a person knew their destination when they stepped on the road they would not come to harm. She gave an impatient sigh and rolled onto her back, a tiny water nymph fanning her with a large palm leaf as she waited.
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Vaer Nhimei
Vaer Nhimei