« Last post by Silveressa on Yesterday at 04:54:37 PM »
"So, Silver, how do elves link? I guess it's not our avatar tails." Echo looked puzzled.
Silveressa giggled, “Last time I checked I was lacking any plant bits on my person,” She paused in thought a moment, making sure the tent flap was securely drawn and tied down, the slight gloom of the interior somewhat cozy.
“I think some type of conjoined meditation might be the ticket, or maybe it’s a natural side effect when two elves make love?” She shrugged uncertainly, “If Spider heart was around he could tell us.”
"Have you felt something peculiar when you have searched the memory on your own? That might give us a hint." Echo asked her softly.
She shook her head, “I haven’t really tried very hard, I’ve been more than a little worried what I might find, this world seems pretty harsh and brutal, a happy childhood sounds rare.”
Echo smirked, perking up, shrugging, rolling the eyes back. "Then, we have to experiment. For science, and all of Elf-kind. Hold my hands, and begin delving - and observe your mind and body. There will be an epiphenomenon indicating either a psychic or corporeal aspect of the Delve. This will steer our exploration further. We must delve slowly, as not to be overwhelmed and retain our faculties for astute observation."
Silveressa nodded, pulling off her armor and laying her bow in easy reach, taking a deep breath and centering herself as she sat crosslegged facing Echo. “Before we get started just let me promise you, whatever dark bits of unpleasantness we might run across in our pasts, I won’t take it personally, I get we’re just inhabitants and were not in control of anything that happened before we arrived.”
"We can't be held culpable for anything, true - but it would be actually appropriate if we did find something dramatic in the past - that makes us more interesting protagonists (dramatis personae) and gives us greater depth. It would be narratively appropriate."
The priestess took a deep breath, adopting a steady rhythm… inhale, exhale, slow and steady, deep and whole.
"It's not dissimilar to the discoverers of LSD…" Then, the quipping stopped as Echo focused on the task at hand: "Feel anything?"
Silveressa nodded, reaching out to gently take the priestesses hands, clearing her mind and letting it drift backwards, similar to how she let herself go when divining the histories of Valadaar’s ill gotten treasures. “I think it’s starting to-” She stopped speaking as the memories began to unfurl themselves in her consciousness, like a flower blooming at dawn's first light.
There was light, both between their hands, seeping as if each set of joined palms held a firefly, and the Chant came to their heads, its words in a tongue predating Elven, perhaps even the start of the world, a musical tongue that could speak no falsehood.
The first tones escaped their lips, and all Echo could do was wonder: "In this world, I can sing…."
Silveressa slowly relaxed into the rhythm of the chant, its song- like pattern lulling her into a state of deeper relaxation, nearly that of a lucid dream; the glow between their hands intensifying, separating into several dozen smaller orbs that began to dance about their heads, curling themselves in a time-lost runic pattern. The temperature inside the tent dropped sharply for several seconds as the enchantment took hold.
The light seeped into their hair, and the vibrant red and gold shone subtly; Echo gasped as flowers of light sprouted from between the shining tresses, and opened up akin to a spring meadow, layers upon layers of petals unfurling in thalian cascades. Sparks of light flitted hence and forth from blossom to blossom in streams, thoughts akin to fireflies surrounding them. "Don't let anyone ever tell us we don't have beautiful minds" Echo sighed, and swooned as their thoughts began to meld.
The first hazy memories and images that flowed to the elves were of figures retreating into the muck of the Soulmarsh Vast, overrun by the sheer numbers of humans, with their stone castles and their querulous ways. A fleeting glance of elven forces battling hordes of armored men, some victories some losses, but the numbers always in the favor of the expanding humans....
Then an image of childhood bubbled up from below the waves of memory. The haze lifted, unveiling two young elves listening to stories and tales from the elders.
They simultaneously gasped at the realization that the images of war and immigration had not been their own, but rather the memories of their elders, memories of the elven histories told to them.
More hazy images flickered into existence, difficult to truly see or identify at first. The trailing locks of their hair gently intertwined as they felt the connection between them deepening, each memory presenting itself to two minds, two contexts and sets of attributions, the thoughts of each audible to the other - and the attribution of the origin of the memory to a person faint.
Finally the images clarified. The young Lianterie, with her unmistakable fiery curls, sitting near a stream, tiny fairy-like glowbugs darting overhead. Mists rising from the water. A hand touches hers. Somehow Echo knows who it is though the face isn't clear in the vision. Ikavilain, first ranger of Zamaloq, caresses her arm...
Lianterie is in tears. Why? Difficult to tell. Ikavilain whispers something...
"My feelings are not mine to command, Liantirie, my heart yearns for your half-sister, her beauty and grace fill my dreams and waking hours. Please, find the inner greatness to understand. The world holds wonder beyond what we felt and could have shared, and undiscovered passions on each of its many corners. So many others. Your whole life is ahead…"
The vision shifted...
Silveressa, on horseback, her hair tousled by the playful wind, is riding along with the other rangers, Ikavilain at her side. Silveressa's eyes are focused on the horizon, where their quarry should appear, but Ikavilain's gaze glides over a far closer prey, her leather-clad form. Wrath is written into the features of the first ranger. "I could have had your half-sister's affections, but spurned her love for yours. I desire your heart, but you continue to deny me, tantalize me with your dispassionate lasciviousness..."
The scene shifts without warning. The elven rangers lay defeated, another tragedy brought upon them by their unchanging ways. Silveressa lay in a darkened cave, wounded and alone. She is hiding. In the blackened depths hears a low growl. Hesitantly she forces herself to Investigate. Two wolf pups lay deeper in the cave. One is dead, the other licking his deceased twin, mewling in hunger and loss.
He growls again when the ranger approaches. Brave one, she thinks, and reaches out to the little wolf pup. Hesitant, the pup lets her touch him..."We're both lucky to be alive little one." She hears herself saying..."Lucky," she thinks she hears the wolf pup answer, her eyes opening wide in surprise.
The cave dissolves in a wash of rainbow light, clarifying on Lianterie as she packs her belongings. "What will you do now?" She hears someone ask. her voice filled with both pain and resignation as she answers...
"The goddess will have me. She is the pastor of the dead, and I verily am dead inside."
"And your half sister?" A hushed voice inquires.
"She has her own life - and is dead to me." Lianterie answers solemnly. "And the only one I've ever loved belongs to her now as well. There is nothing for me here anymore. I will go learn of death...and magic."
The memory meld fades...
"This drama is excellent! Echo exclaimed. "Estranged half-sisters vying for the same man, to reconnect when the need is dire and their erstwhile … not-boyfriend… dead and buried."
“I think from my memory you were welcome to his affections,” Silveressa replied with a grin.
"Yes, yes, but it's more dramatic this way."
The ranger nodded slowly, her smile softening, “You really should have been a bard in some manner.”
"I do have an amateur theatre troupe back home, actually. Regardless, this is golden, just imagine…"
Echo put on a fake dramatic face: "You claimed him for yourself and let him die!"
Silveressa laughed again, the dramatic weight of the experience and unexpected accompanying headache lessening under the welcome relief of humor, a part of her feeling a swell of affection for Echo, as if the brief union had bonded them on a deeper level.
"I may have gathered a few of your character's thoughts and a few of old Earth thoughts of yours, Sil. Stuck in my head, they are." Echo told her lightly.
She gave the priestess a playful grin, wondering which thoughts of hers she had managed to access, “Do share with me these hidden, no doubt lewd thoughts of mine, you managed to glean, don’t keep a girl in suspense.”
"Suffice to say, I am ever so flattered and infused with a healthy dose of Oh, You!" Liantirie booped her nose. With an index finger no less.
Silveressa smiled and pulled back for a half a second, before reaching out to gently caress the side of Echo’s cheek, “Something I’ve discovered, both in my time on earth and here, take full advantage of the moments of bliss and enjoyment when they present themselves, because you sometimes never get a second chance.”
Echo's eyes flitted across her face in a bedazzled question.
Silveressa winked at her playfully, leaning closer to softly brush her lips across the priestesses, breathing gently. “Relax dear, I can help you find the way, if your memory fails you.”
Briefly, the priestess accepted her lips, brushing gently across, then held Sil at arm's length, grasping her shoulders, serious and sincere. "Are we ever coming back, Silver?"
The ranger shrugged, “By now our bodies are likely in prison or some asylum, assuming those inhabiting them didn’t get killed wandering into traffic, going home could easily be the end of the line for us, and I feel this place is perhaps our best chance at happiness now.”
"Considering that someone is always attempting to kill us, it may be a short chance - but, we might have forever. Until the stars fade from the sky, Silver?" Echo's grey eyes were intense, pupils wide, almost frighteningly sincere.
Silveressa closed her eyes in thought momentarily, taking a deep breath as she opened them and met Echos gaze with equal intensity. “Until the end of time and beyond, if that’s what the future holds in store for us dear, but however long, I wish to face the untold ages with you at my side.”
"I better not get boring then, eh?"
Silveressa giggled and kissed her a second time, “With how well we seem to connect, I don’t believe even an eternity is long enough for either of us to become bored.”
"Flatter us some more, please?"
She smiled and slid her hand lower, her fingers dancing over silken elvish skin, “There are far more ways to flatter than with just words my dear.”
The priestess stiffened, bashful, wine red in the face, for neither the elf nor the man were used to being … seduced? Silver knew Echo would play the moment off with another poorly timed joke in 10.. 9...
She leaned in and kissed the Priestess a second time, pulling her closer and laying back to pull the elf on top of her, sighing slowly and smiling calmly, this wasn't the first inexperienced woman she had introduced to the ways of romance after all.
"So is this how the sisters reconcile?" and, slipping into the role, gathered courage to slip a hand into Sil's garments, tracing her curves with the other.
“It sure beats hours of counseling.” She quipped, gasping in surprise as Echo’s touch filled her with warmth. With a soft moan of desire she leaned forward and gently nipped at the edge of Echo’s ear, trusting their desires would guide them the rest of the way.
(the preceding was written by Echo and Silveressa in G docs then posted here after editing.)