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Post by Indi on Mar 25, 2024 19:57:50 GMT -7
Despite everything going on, all that he ought to be focusing on… Fennore found his mind constantly going back to one topic and one topic alone.
It had been nearly a full year since the pallid angel had met a young Versai by the name of Valfrid. Nearly a full year since their conversation. Mostly, that conversation had pertained to the war and all the ways that they could prepare for… whatever might come. Fennore did not know specifically what might have come out of the conversation in the long run when it came to matters of the war. Given closer ties Lyrarcor specifically had with Lord Cadence, at least from what Valfrid had mentioned, it did not surprise Fennore that he knew nothing further. At least regarding the matter of the war.
However, at least one other topic had been touched on. Specifically, when Valfrid had asked if there was anything specifically he could do for Fennore the angel had, in fact, had a request. What had come of that? Fennore had heard nothing since then. Had Valfrid passed on the message to Adina? What had her response been?
It had been so long since Fennore had seen his precious daughter. It had been to keep her as safe as possible in the beginning. And then he had kept away because of the guilt consuming him. Well… and there was that fear still lingering in the depths of his soul that the Underworld releasing him had been a trick. Some kind of trap. That he was a walking timebomb apt to go off at the worst possible moment.
Yet he so desperately wanted to see Adina. To know that she was safe and well. Sending her a message through Valfrid had been the first step and he was growing increasingly impatient to learn what had come of passing on that message.
This was why the snow-pelted angel found himself alighting on the border of Lyrarcor, seeking Valfrid and hopefully some answers. Character;; Fennore Tagged;; fleabittengray w/Valfrid {Xovad} Notes;; <3 Timeline;; Early spring, early morning.
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Post by fleabittengray on Apr 7, 2024 15:01:09 GMT -7
The wrath and the grit from the pit of despair Been takin' every whip and word, I've never been spared
It had only been a couple of weeks since the encounter with Xerxes, but the effects of the Lord's Curse on the Highlands were evident. All residents of Lyrarcor were suffering and Xovad had found himself feeling more and more angry at the situation. Xerxes didn't want to listen. None of those outsides of the Highlands wanted to listen. He desperately wanted to speak to Nixi, or have another training session with Carmilla, but, god damn it, he felt stuck here. He wanted to just go somewhere to get away from everything. He craved a visit to the beach but he knew it would be irresponsible to do, given the current state of things in the Versai. Did Ole even know anything about what was happening? Luna knew, of course, but had she told Ole about Ragnar? Xovad hadn't seen the other Versai Sister, hand't spoken to her since... well, probably since the Versai meeting. There had been so much to do since then, but he'd been unable to get to the Vigilum to discuss the Highlands becoming a refuge for those that needed it - and now, with the lands cursed, it would be entirely irresponsible for him to even do such a thing. To bring the battered and the weary into a land where nothing was edible and the water was tainted would be cruel, and Xovad - despite what Xerxes may think - was not cruel. He was not wicked. He was a good guy. He had his faults, everyone did, but being cruel was not one of them.
Yet still, he felt the rage growing stronger every day. He was avoiding talking to his mother these days, unsure of what even to say to her. She tried talking to him and he would get snappy and avoidant of questions. The guilt over everything was eating him up alive. How had things gone so wrong? How he had lost both of his siblings? Dahlia and Hymn now resided somewhere in the Outlands. Hymn, Xovad was sure, had gone to Nemesis but Dahlia in reality could be anywhere in the Outlands. Or in the Dark Kingdom. He hated the thought of his younger siblings being trapped, but especially Dahlia. She was still a kid - young and naive - but she was also tough. He had to believe they wouldn't be able to corrupt her and twist her way of thinking into something much darker.
He was pacing along one of the borders of Lyrarcor, wondering if he should go find some fresh water to drink since nothing in the borders of the Highlands was drinkable without consequences, when he noticed a fresh scent nearby. At first, his ears pinned and he was prepared to launch himself through the trees at the intruder. Until, that is, he recognized the scent and his heart sank even more than it already was. Fennore... the angel. Gods, how long had it been since he'd spoken to Fennore? Rushing forward at a trot, Xovad soon found the angel and gave a tip of his head at the other stallion. "Hello, Fennore," he said, swallowing down a lump forming in his throat. His throat felt dry, his lips were cracked. He was dehydrated and hungry and weakened from the Curse on the lands... and it had only been a few weeks of this... how long were they meant to suffer?
[Tagged: Indi w/ Fennore] [Words: 562] [Character: Xovad / Valfrid] [Notes: xxx] [Timeline: 6 years 7 months, early spring, early morning, before being stolen by Selven, after Xerxes curses the Highlands, Hymn and Dahlia are both with the Helkaer] "Speech"
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