Ninorra could not speak for a long time. She walked back and forth, between the window, the desk, and the book shelf. She had seen this place so many times in her dreams that it almost felt like a second home, though she refused to admit such to herself. There were voices she remembered, male, old, angry.. she willed herself to remember more of them, but all she knew was that they were important.
"House Ysmir.." She repeated quietly, looking at the desk. "There's something about that name that I feel as if I should know, but I don't. It's irritating. This whole place feels like I should know it better."
Carefully she thought back on the statues and their entrance. Outside, the tormented creatures. Screams of pain and sadness. Longing.
"..I do know this place," she said sadly. "This is my home, isn't it? My real home.."
She could feel her hands itch as she touched the desk. They longed for the fire down below, but more so to aid in the torment it caused. Something seductive was calling to her, and for no reason at all, she found herself singing to it.Silence broken by the whispers of the voices in my head
As they guide me past the light, and I crave to be misled
Ninorra looked at Callus, her eyes flashing red as his. A ripple appeared in her forehead, fel energy building as she sang. Soon the horns would appear, the mad desire for destruction. Fire itched in her palms.Did you break the sacred seal? Or was it all a dream?
Can I deny the blissful madness coloring the screams?
The warlock turned away from him, gritting her teeth. Something was pulling her toward the outside, toward the deep. She found herself breathing heavily as the words poured out of her mouth, like an old song she'd forgotten, an old answer to an old question.There's lust, illusion, through the void
The light corrupted and destroyed
Something brought Vicailde her, and she was beginning to worry what that meant. What would a paladin, a knight of such holiness that he gleamed with righteousness possibly be doing here? This was a world void of all that was good, and it was quickly intoxicating her. It would be easy to remain, but that would defeat the purpose. She was here to find her husband.
She looked at Callus again.Though in passing I can not look at your eyes
When everything you say sounds like a lie
There is truth beyond the faces that they see
Black secrets that you only share with me
The fire left her eyes and she realized the seductive power of this place. Vicailde was holy, but he had shown her many secrets. Now she worried for his soul.
"Where is Vicailde, Callus?" She asked, looking at him carefully. "Why would he be here? He does not belong in this place."
by A Sound of Thunder))