Liviana spoke gentle reassurances into the crate as Otto retrieved the blade she required. She had lost count of the years that she had been kept by the Regisfords, but how long had they been capturing Fae? She'd thought it'd just been her...
Anger rose up and burned like bile in her chest, but as she ran the blade across her palm she winced, and swallowed it down, her eyes glassy with tears, her brow knit with a rare fury. Her hand pressed to the crate and whispered a prayer to her people, that with her sacrifice of blood they might allow her the power to free whatever creatures had been captured. There was nothing for a long moment, and Livvy's free hand fisted into the grass by her knee. It felt as though her power had forgotten her, but she could feel a small kernel of it tendril through her, seeking familiarity. In near silence, she spoke her true name, and almost at once something ignited, and the crate cracked open.
Anger rose up and burned like bile in her chest, but as she ran the blade across her palm she winced, and swallowed it down, her eyes glassy with tears, her brow knit with a rare fury. Her hand pressed to the crate and whispered a prayer to her people, that with her sacrifice of blood they might allow her the power to free whatever creatures had been captured. There was nothing for a long moment, and Livvy's free hand fisted into the grass by her knee. It felt as though her power had forgotten her, but she could feel a small kernel of it tendril through her, seeking familiarity. In near silence, she spoke her true name, and almost at once something ignited, and the crate cracked open.