Four...maybe five years...
Gods, had it really been that long?
It seemed like just yesterday she had dropped baby Lucinda off with Gwen and Cleo before taking a short trip to Fal'Addas. Of course, she told no one where she was going. It would only be a couple of days. Well the days turned to weeks. Weeks turned to months. And months to years as pages kept turning and her purple eyes searching.
When she had left her father's home years ago, she took a journal. No...Not a journal. A textbook written by her father. Lessons on how to master the shadows in the ways he had. She had intended to give the books to Gwen. She would know what to do with the secrets they held. But something called to Eilerias. Something told her to keep reading. To try the methods written in its pages.
By the time she had managed to tear herself from the books it had been years. And yet, the first person she went to see wasn't the child she had abandoned in the loving arms of a demon.
Knock knock.
She waited for the characteristic greeting filled with foul language she expected from Charity but it was oddly quiet. Maybe she wasn't home. Maybe she was with Gwen or Mr. Briarthorne. What a stupid thought. Of course she was home. Alliria was too quiet for Charity to be on the prowl. She hadn't seen any guards on the lookout for a little thief nor had she heard a voice while walking past the archives. She knew Charity would be spending the time she wasn't being a nuisance in the comfort of her room in the Brass Bee.
Knock knock!
She gave it another shot before jiggling the handle. "Unlocked?" She raised an eyebrow. How unusual it was for the girl to leave her treasure trove unlocked. She threw the door open and let herself inside to see the familiar face. Familiar, yet different. She had changed. She looked more...rugged...If she hadn't lost her baby face, Eilerias may have even found her a bit scary.
Eilerias silently offered a warm smile for a moment before letting it fall. Something was off. Charity was there, but she didn't rush towards her like she expected. She was acting as though a stranger had broken into her room. Surely after all this time, she'd still be greeted by hugs and kisses from the girl she considered a sister. Why, then, was she looking at Eilerias like she had seen a ghost?
Charity Briarthorne
Gods, had it really been that long?
It seemed like just yesterday she had dropped baby Lucinda off with Gwen and Cleo before taking a short trip to Fal'Addas. Of course, she told no one where she was going. It would only be a couple of days. Well the days turned to weeks. Weeks turned to months. And months to years as pages kept turning and her purple eyes searching.
When she had left her father's home years ago, she took a journal. No...Not a journal. A textbook written by her father. Lessons on how to master the shadows in the ways he had. She had intended to give the books to Gwen. She would know what to do with the secrets they held. But something called to Eilerias. Something told her to keep reading. To try the methods written in its pages.
By the time she had managed to tear herself from the books it had been years. And yet, the first person she went to see wasn't the child she had abandoned in the loving arms of a demon.
Knock knock.
She waited for the characteristic greeting filled with foul language she expected from Charity but it was oddly quiet. Maybe she wasn't home. Maybe she was with Gwen or Mr. Briarthorne. What a stupid thought. Of course she was home. Alliria was too quiet for Charity to be on the prowl. She hadn't seen any guards on the lookout for a little thief nor had she heard a voice while walking past the archives. She knew Charity would be spending the time she wasn't being a nuisance in the comfort of her room in the Brass Bee.
Knock knock!
She gave it another shot before jiggling the handle. "Unlocked?" She raised an eyebrow. How unusual it was for the girl to leave her treasure trove unlocked. She threw the door open and let herself inside to see the familiar face. Familiar, yet different. She had changed. She looked more...rugged...If she hadn't lost her baby face, Eilerias may have even found her a bit scary.
Eilerias silently offered a warm smile for a moment before letting it fall. Something was off. Charity was there, but she didn't rush towards her like she expected. She was acting as though a stranger had broken into her room. Surely after all this time, she'd still be greeted by hugs and kisses from the girl she considered a sister. Why, then, was she looking at Eilerias like she had seen a ghost?
Charity Briarthorne
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