[D0, Mid-Evening] The Moon & Her Shadow
Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2023 7:44 am
Illiam'iira Synisilme stands in a corner of the Inn's front room, her back pressed into the wall as she waits for her companion. Every passing minute she frets more and more that perhaps he's gone off and got himself in trouble or -- or worse. C'mon, c'mon, think of something else... with a (relative) moment to herself the situation begins to sink in. She messed up somehow. Their destination was the Feywild, yet they wound up here, and the air hurts, there's no sky, and there's a place where people just casually commit suicide... the architecture reminds her of her father's home... it's a lot to take in. And what if they can't go back? She can't miss Tian's first few years like she did with Ethe... Illi hugs her bag tightly to her chest with one arm as she tries to keep her lap harp from slipping with the other. And how will she explain this to...
She really can't wait to see Quev.
At least the people are interesting. So many kinds of people. It's a little bit like if Skullport and Waterdeep were smashed together with the planes. Scary and interesting and weird and maybe fun (she hasn't decided yet). Illi wipes some tears from her eyes. Stupid air hurts everything. It feels like she's got something in her eye but it's just... whatever this place is. Now she's blinking back tears and moping. Ugh.
Illi caaaarefully sets down her harp, scooting it with her foot behind her legs so she has a free hand to cradle her brooch. Her eyes follow the curves of its embellishments: a crescent moon, flower petals, butterfly wings, stars. Familiar fantasies she clings to, or maybe that's just what she shows the world -- why did the brooch take this form? Its bell gently rings with the tiniest tilt of her wrist. The cover opens, transparent and glimmering, to share one of its many secrets. Its mirror doesn't lie, and Illiam feels heavy as a face she doesn't recognize stares back at her with shining white eyes. Everything feels heavy and real as she snaps the cover back down and drops the brooch so it hangs from its chain. Twisting and turning. Way to rub salt in the wound, idiot.
Quev, you dumbass, where are you! I need a hug!
As she stews in her emotions Illiam remembers something. Quickly she pulls out a pink satin ribbon from her right pocket and reads the words embroidered across its length. Her body relaxes, and she smiles a little before bundling it back together and shoving it back where it belongs.
She really can't wait to see Quev.
At least the people are interesting. So many kinds of people. It's a little bit like if Skullport and Waterdeep were smashed together with the planes. Scary and interesting and weird and maybe fun (she hasn't decided yet). Illi wipes some tears from her eyes. Stupid air hurts everything. It feels like she's got something in her eye but it's just... whatever this place is. Now she's blinking back tears and moping. Ugh.
Illi caaaarefully sets down her harp, scooting it with her foot behind her legs so she has a free hand to cradle her brooch. Her eyes follow the curves of its embellishments: a crescent moon, flower petals, butterfly wings, stars. Familiar fantasies she clings to, or maybe that's just what she shows the world -- why did the brooch take this form? Its bell gently rings with the tiniest tilt of her wrist. The cover opens, transparent and glimmering, to share one of its many secrets. Its mirror doesn't lie, and Illiam feels heavy as a face she doesn't recognize stares back at her with shining white eyes. Everything feels heavy and real as she snaps the cover back down and drops the brooch so it hangs from its chain. Twisting and turning. Way to rub salt in the wound, idiot.
Quev, you dumbass, where are you! I need a hug!
As she stews in her emotions Illiam remembers something. Quickly she pulls out a pink satin ribbon from her right pocket and reads the words embroidered across its length. Her body relaxes, and she smiles a little before bundling it back together and shoving it back where it belongs.