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Lady Alainn
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Pencaliel's breath caught in her throat, sounding between a choke and a gasp, her fingers in his hair and the small upturn of her lips frozen in place as Malachi's astonishing offer took her off guard. Leave the forest? With him? To not be alone... Her eyes sought his though the expression upon them was hard to read. Did he mean it?
Immediately her thoughts whirled inside her head, keeping pace or even surpassing the alarmed squawking of the sparrow upon her shoulder. No, no she couldn't do that. To trust herself so completely to this... this monster? Her hand dropped. Malachi had proven his strength this morning, but how many more episodes would it take before he did not rise victorious from the battle? What then? Could she take that chance? Besides, she couldn't abandon her duty! No, it was out of the question. She couldn't! Could she?
If she stayed here, how long would it take the Darkness to find the crack in her shield and pry open her defenses? How much good could she actually do against a foe determined to find its prey when the maiden was at a slight disadvantage? And if the Druid was overpowered, the Darkness could consume her. Turn her. A sharp shudder traversed her spine as the presence of the icy tendrils impressed their memory in her mind. No, he was right. If she had any hope in halting the destruction of the ancient foe, she needed her last gift. Only then would she be able to keep the awakened Darkness within its binds permanently.
However, she couldn't leave her forest unprotected. Wryn, Lyle, Rasha, they were only a few of the animals who had found shelter under the trees of the Rembark Forest. If she left them vulnerable, she already failed before they began. An idea began to form in her mind. They could not tarry here any longer, but it was possible to place traps along the perimeter of the Darkness's cage. It would not stop the vile thing, but it would delay it. She could enchant her cottage as a haven for the animals as well...
The maiden leapt to her feet, determination fierce upon her brow and thick in her voice. "Come, we have much to do before we depart. Wryn," Pencaliel plucked the hyperventilating sparrow from her shoulder and looked at her warmly as she cradled her in her hands, "I need you to trust me. Now, we must make haste. Malachi must be out of the wood well before sunset."
Immediately her thoughts whirled inside her head, keeping pace or even surpassing the alarmed squawking of the sparrow upon her shoulder. No, no she couldn't do that. To trust herself so completely to this... this monster? Her hand dropped. Malachi had proven his strength this morning, but how many more episodes would it take before he did not rise victorious from the battle? What then? Could she take that chance? Besides, she couldn't abandon her duty! No, it was out of the question. She couldn't! Could she?
If she stayed here, how long would it take the Darkness to find the crack in her shield and pry open her defenses? How much good could she actually do against a foe determined to find its prey when the maiden was at a slight disadvantage? And if the Druid was overpowered, the Darkness could consume her. Turn her. A sharp shudder traversed her spine as the presence of the icy tendrils impressed their memory in her mind. No, he was right. If she had any hope in halting the destruction of the ancient foe, she needed her last gift. Only then would she be able to keep the awakened Darkness within its binds permanently.
However, she couldn't leave her forest unprotected. Wryn, Lyle, Rasha, they were only a few of the animals who had found shelter under the trees of the Rembark Forest. If she left them vulnerable, she already failed before they began. An idea began to form in her mind. They could not tarry here any longer, but it was possible to place traps along the perimeter of the Darkness's cage. It would not stop the vile thing, but it would delay it. She could enchant her cottage as a haven for the animals as well...
The maiden leapt to her feet, determination fierce upon her brow and thick in her voice. "Come, we have much to do before we depart. Wryn," Pencaliel plucked the hyperventilating sparrow from her shoulder and looked at her warmly as she cradled her in her hands, "I need you to trust me. Now, we must make haste. Malachi must be out of the wood well before sunset."
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