 Sleep did not come easy, nor had it since arriving to Klewyth – Vufrien to be more precise. A place that as a child, she had only been to a handful of times when her father came down for his work. There was still that thrill of excitement to escape the home despite her mother's watchful eye no longer present. The house staff tucked away as their slumber came to them with ease as they too seemed to feel the lessening of tension ebb away in the absence of the former Lady of the manor. Ianthe had suggested to her staff to take time off for themselves collectively. She found herself wandering further and further away from the manor where the stone paths slowly began to shift into dirt roads. There was the occasional passerby of horse-drawn carriages or lone saddlebacks. Ianthe did not make eye contact with anyone and kept her gaze on the loamy path. Eventually, she would come across a small seating area that seemed long abandoned to no fault of its own but the cruel measures of past battles. A lone iridescent strand of her hair was gently tucked back behind her left ear all the while pearlescent sunrise gaze briefly flitted the area that seemed otherwise unbothered by the essence of time slowly consuming it. If Ianthe had to describe such a setting, it was as though it had been plucked from a storybook in the way the moss and myrtle wrapped around stone benches and wildflowers in their primal bloom. The sky overhead was clear with hardly a cloud to blemish its glittering navy canvas and the moon shining ever brilliant even in a waxing crescent shape. Her hand would rise gently and with a single fluid motion of her wrist, did magic swirl in a soft white glow with glimmer tendrils dancing around her fingers. Broken stone was repaired, and the wild foliage only shifted and draped along arches otherwise undisturbed. It possessed a more fairy-esque aesthetic about it to which a ghost of a smile managed to find her lips if only brief. A winded sigh escaped her then. It was far and few times if at all did she ever delve further into the gifts that came with the curse. Her hand found purchase of the hecateolite that dressed her neck and finally making the stride to one of the stone benches to where she would sit in the lonesome solace. Head finding rest against a neighboring column trying to convince herself she was merely resting her eyes. |
Jahi
