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[Untitled] Chapter Six - NOT ACCURATELeading his sister outside, Vivaereth shielded his eyes against the bright sunlight that fell upon the ground through barren trees like petals of a golden flower. The warmth felt refreshing after the harsh frost of the previous night. He smiled at the pure touch of the light upon his face. Unstringing his cloak, he cast it aside, beginning to assemble the wood flute he carried in one of its large pockets.
Aewaean smiled as she saw a touch of grass poking boldly through the snow. She could smell the fresh aroma of spring on the breeze that teased at her hair. She loved this time of year. As she twirled with delight, her amber dress flirled around her. She saw Marnin sitting off to the side of the cottage on a fallen log, shamisen in hand.
Marnin smiled pensively as his eyes stalled on the pool of melted snow beneath his black boots. A fleck of light broke the mirrored surface. A drop of dew rolled off one of the oak's leaves above hi
[Untitled] Chapter Five - NOT ACCURATEVivaereth slowly regained consciousness, feeling the comfort of the soft bed beneath him, a luxury he had not enjoyed in weeks. For a moment he let go of his anxiety, reveling in the peace and solitude of his room.
He opened his eyes. Stark sunlight shone through the thin white curtains, illuminating a thin band of the floor. Vivaereth smile, an expression that did not last long as he realized how late it was.
After rising slowly from bed, Vivaereth left his room. As he approached the living room, he heard Avúlia laugh. He hesitated. Her voice rang clearly even into the hallway.
"I do! And I'll never forget how happy she was after that. I'm so glad she's doing well. You've all been out of mind for so long now, I've forgotten how much I enjoyed life back then." She paused briefly. "But in retrospect, I see that I made the right choice to leave. I like it here, living in the simplicity of this secluded wood. And Eolan is a delight to have around. I call him my apprentice, a
Chapter Two, Scene TwoCaenith looked up at the falling snow, smiling as one flake landed on his nose, melting slowly. He loved this time of year. The air would chill, and snow and ice would cover everything in their unique luster. He exhaled, watching with delight as his breath crystallized.
He unbuttoned his cloak, letting the cold seep through his clothes.
Beside him, Faernion clutched his own cloak more tightly to his chest. “I j-just don’t get why you like this weather so much, C-Cae…” he said through chattering teeth. “It’s so blasted cold!”
Caenith sighed. “That’s why I brought you out here, Faer. You need to cool down—”
“I don’t need to freeze!” Faernion blurted.
He continued, ignoring his friend’s comment, “Especially after that episode. What were you thinking?! Were you trying to start a feud back there?!” He cast his arms above him.
Chapter Two, Scene OneSunlight glittered off the snow-dusted marbled roofs, sending shards of blinding light skidding off the stone pavement. Valaena’s boots tapped as she descended the stairs from the council’s hall. Her hands tucked into opposing sleeves of her kimono, she reveled in the guard that her attire provided against the mild chill of winter.
She looked for beyond the arched buildings, through the columns that marked the edge of the city. The distant sea glimmered in reply. It would be unlikely for the weather to turn much worse, the thin powder that covered the ground already more than the climates doctrine.
A cool wind ruffled her midnight brown hair, blowing the wavy locks away from the right side of her face. A blue-violet eye was revealed, quite unlike her left, which sported a pale sky lavender. Her clairvoyant gaze fell to rest upon Aerlon, the Tree of Life, still stoically bearing its eternally golden fruit.
As she stroked its tender leaves, her other hand settled into a habit
Chapter One, Scene TwoA mad rush followed as they transported Aewaean from the wagon into the house at the edge of the forest. Neither Vivaereth nor Marnin had any time to notice the quaint furnishings of the wooden house nor the pot of homemade stew over the stove before they were ushered into one of the back rooms.
They set Aewaean on the bed they found inside. Eolan dashed into the room, arms full of various items for making an antidote; he hadn't even bothered to take off his winter clothes. Without being told, he seemed to know exactly what to do and furiously went about grinding things in a mortar.
The old woman went about properly dressing Aewaean's wound, applying a sticky green poultice before wrapping it in fresh linen. Eolan zipped to her side and offered the already completed antidote.
Vivaereth and Marnin could do nothing but stand back and watch the two work.
Taking Aewaean's head and gently tipping it back, the woman encouraged the liquid down her throat.
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