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As if her mind was made up of balled string, the information, the details she was given by the two combined pecked at strands and whisked them off, thin cords of thought stretching endlessly in all directions. The threads would snag upon each other, would knot and struggle for release as they spoke and whenever Willow tried to reach out and smooth one in the form of a question, there would be another detail, another command, something to make note of that stretched off into another direction.
Her lips had parted more than once to add an opinion or to inquire about additional details, to ask for clarification, to prod for explanation, to sate her growing curiosity, but she was effectively kept silent. By the time Garridan had asked his solitary question, Willow's mind was swirling with the colors of each string that she was trying to weave into a tapestry depicting something that was hopefully familiar to her. She had gathered what she needed to, but that didn't stop her mind from buzzing with all that she questioned.
Though, despite having reason to be frustrated or despairing, Willow regarded her situation as a...sort of adventure. It was exciting, really. Never had she been faced with such a challenge and this not just testing her intellect. Sure, death was still a possibility it seemed, but it made the challenge that more worthy of undertaking. Not that she had no regard for her life. She wanted to keep it. Very much so. She was naturally inclined to ensure self-preservation just as anyone, but there was something deep down within her that whispered death would be difficult to come by, even if she sought it willingingly.
Her gaze lingered on Oscar's retreating back, debating whether she should seek him out after Garridan released her. They've both placed emphasis on the moon and its phase wouldn't have been mentioned unless it was significant. Knights didn't just spew nonsense. Of the two, Oscar seemed more willing to divulge the information.
Willow didn't get a chance to watch where he went, her focus shifting to the knight still standing before her. A grin broke across her face. The knight has just painted a hellish picture of what she was to expect for the next however long it would be, but it didn't staunch the excitement Willow had for the trinket she was carrying. "I thought you'd never ask."
Holding out her hand before her as if offering the pendant to him, her gaze dropped to it. "It's an Espiris." Her gaze jumped up to where Garridan's should have been. "A soul stone," she clarified in hushed excitement, her smile stretching. She hadn't recognized it right away, but her subconscious had been at work pouring through all that she's read and all that she's heard to identify the object. "This is an item of lore, thought to have never existed! These things have only been mentioned in ancient scrolls and even then, the text is unclear just what their purpose is." Her head swiveled to her brother. "Remember when I took that year to study in the Southern Vale? Their archivists gave me a tome that mentioned the Espiris, though of course it meant little to me then, but now--" She stopped short, her brows scrunching as her gaze trailed off to rest somewhere to her left. "How do I remember this?"
The memory was vivid. She could remember the way one robed man regarded her as if she were nothing more than an insect, the lump on the end of his nose nearly as sharp as the glint in his stoney eyes. She could remember the number of others within those old walls, could recall the sequence of color of the books that lined the shelves behind the kinder, balding archivist. She remembered the way the coat she wore itched her skin and how heavy the tome was. She remembered the inked letters behind its cover and the longer she dwelled, the more those letters came into focus until she could start reading the page she had turned to, word for word, in her mind's eye.
She started at the clearing of her brother's throat, wide eyes snapping to his face. With heart drumming and breath shallow, she regarded her brother as she would someone unfamiliar. She pulled her gaze despite watching his brows furrow at her look and focused back on the pendant in her hand. "Where did you find this?" Her voice was soft, what excitement had filled her now dead.
"You found it," Braxton reminded. "In the village." He didn't like what had settled over his sister and certainly could have gone the rest of his life without witnessing the haunting look of her not recognizing who he was.
Willow had grown still, her gaze fixed on the ground. She curled fingers down over the necklace in her hand, her jaw hardening. "You blatantly disobeyed a direct order." The hairs rose on the back of Braxton's neck as Willow's gaze cut a sharp glare to the tall knight. "I trusted you, Garridan." She growled.
Braxton had already been moving and he quickly grasped her wrist and snatched out the necklace from her hand. Her face flickered with surprise and then twisted into an alarming rage, but before any could react, she blinked, her features softening so quickly, Braxton was unsure just what to do. "Well, now, it obviously has merit!" The grin was back, her voice lighting up with the excitement as before. It faltered a moment, her gaze shifting from her brother's face to the hold he had on her. "What...are you doing?"
Before he could answer, she gasped. "How is it not burning you?" She grabbed at his hand and although his first reaction was to resist, he could tell she wasn't going to snatch the necklace back. Instead, her eyes rounded in wonder and she lifted his hand up to eye level, examining how the trinket lay in his unprotected palm as if it were nothing more than a normal piece of jewelry. "It burned me," she mused, extending a finger to poke it, but Braxton closed up his fist around it and pulled his hand away from her, releasing her wrist as he did so.
"I don't think you should touch it anymore," he stated, shaking his head, to which she tilted hers with a lift of a brow.
"Why?" Again, before he could answer, her attention shot to Garridan. "My brother said you had found a relic as well." She smiled, eyes twinkling with new discovery. "Is it something of import? Do you know what it is?"
As if Willow had forgotten all that had just been shared with her, told to her, she stood looking to all the world as if Garridan was about to ask her to tea where they would continue their discussion about ancient relics.
Her lips had parted more than once to add an opinion or to inquire about additional details, to ask for clarification, to prod for explanation, to sate her growing curiosity, but she was effectively kept silent. By the time Garridan had asked his solitary question, Willow's mind was swirling with the colors of each string that she was trying to weave into a tapestry depicting something that was hopefully familiar to her. She had gathered what she needed to, but that didn't stop her mind from buzzing with all that she questioned.
Though, despite having reason to be frustrated or despairing, Willow regarded her situation as a...sort of adventure. It was exciting, really. Never had she been faced with such a challenge and this not just testing her intellect. Sure, death was still a possibility it seemed, but it made the challenge that more worthy of undertaking. Not that she had no regard for her life. She wanted to keep it. Very much so. She was naturally inclined to ensure self-preservation just as anyone, but there was something deep down within her that whispered death would be difficult to come by, even if she sought it willingingly.
Her gaze lingered on Oscar's retreating back, debating whether she should seek him out after Garridan released her. They've both placed emphasis on the moon and its phase wouldn't have been mentioned unless it was significant. Knights didn't just spew nonsense. Of the two, Oscar seemed more willing to divulge the information.
Willow didn't get a chance to watch where he went, her focus shifting to the knight still standing before her. A grin broke across her face. The knight has just painted a hellish picture of what she was to expect for the next however long it would be, but it didn't staunch the excitement Willow had for the trinket she was carrying. "I thought you'd never ask."
Holding out her hand before her as if offering the pendant to him, her gaze dropped to it. "It's an Espiris." Her gaze jumped up to where Garridan's should have been. "A soul stone," she clarified in hushed excitement, her smile stretching. She hadn't recognized it right away, but her subconscious had been at work pouring through all that she's read and all that she's heard to identify the object. "This is an item of lore, thought to have never existed! These things have only been mentioned in ancient scrolls and even then, the text is unclear just what their purpose is." Her head swiveled to her brother. "Remember when I took that year to study in the Southern Vale? Their archivists gave me a tome that mentioned the Espiris, though of course it meant little to me then, but now--" She stopped short, her brows scrunching as her gaze trailed off to rest somewhere to her left. "How do I remember this?"
The memory was vivid. She could remember the way one robed man regarded her as if she were nothing more than an insect, the lump on the end of his nose nearly as sharp as the glint in his stoney eyes. She could remember the number of others within those old walls, could recall the sequence of color of the books that lined the shelves behind the kinder, balding archivist. She remembered the way the coat she wore itched her skin and how heavy the tome was. She remembered the inked letters behind its cover and the longer she dwelled, the more those letters came into focus until she could start reading the page she had turned to, word for word, in her mind's eye.
She started at the clearing of her brother's throat, wide eyes snapping to his face. With heart drumming and breath shallow, she regarded her brother as she would someone unfamiliar. She pulled her gaze despite watching his brows furrow at her look and focused back on the pendant in her hand. "Where did you find this?" Her voice was soft, what excitement had filled her now dead.
"You found it," Braxton reminded. "In the village." He didn't like what had settled over his sister and certainly could have gone the rest of his life without witnessing the haunting look of her not recognizing who he was.
Willow had grown still, her gaze fixed on the ground. She curled fingers down over the necklace in her hand, her jaw hardening. "You blatantly disobeyed a direct order." The hairs rose on the back of Braxton's neck as Willow's gaze cut a sharp glare to the tall knight. "I trusted you, Garridan." She growled.
Braxton had already been moving and he quickly grasped her wrist and snatched out the necklace from her hand. Her face flickered with surprise and then twisted into an alarming rage, but before any could react, she blinked, her features softening so quickly, Braxton was unsure just what to do. "Well, now, it obviously has merit!" The grin was back, her voice lighting up with the excitement as before. It faltered a moment, her gaze shifting from her brother's face to the hold he had on her. "What...are you doing?"
Before he could answer, she gasped. "How is it not burning you?" She grabbed at his hand and although his first reaction was to resist, he could tell she wasn't going to snatch the necklace back. Instead, her eyes rounded in wonder and she lifted his hand up to eye level, examining how the trinket lay in his unprotected palm as if it were nothing more than a normal piece of jewelry. "It burned me," she mused, extending a finger to poke it, but Braxton closed up his fist around it and pulled his hand away from her, releasing her wrist as he did so.
"I don't think you should touch it anymore," he stated, shaking his head, to which she tilted hers with a lift of a brow.
"Why?" Again, before he could answer, her attention shot to Garridan. "My brother said you had found a relic as well." She smiled, eyes twinkling with new discovery. "Is it something of import? Do you know what it is?"
As if Willow had forgotten all that had just been shared with her, told to her, she stood looking to all the world as if Garridan was about to ask her to tea where they would continue their discussion about ancient relics.