Post by Lady Ashina Mal'orhe Kansior on Mar 28, 2004 11:26:32 GMT -5
~Ashina tossed and turned in her bed, the demons that haunted her dreams finally making themselves known. They ripped at her clothes and tore at her hair. She parted her lips on a scream, but all that escaped was a choked sob of fear. She felt it grab her then, and it's hands were cold and clammy, it's touch upon her skin causing goosebumps of fear to mark her flesh. She pushed at the hands, trying to force them away from her, crying out in fear and confusion. Tears ran down her cheeks, unchecked and slowly her body began to prepare itself for the offensive. And then she heard it. The thing spoke to her:
"Ussta Jallil! Ussta Jallil! Guuan phor! Qualla, Ussta Jallil! Usstan hass'l dos nau jivviim! Pahntar dosst solen. F'sarn ghil ulu xxizz dos."
Slowly, Ashina became aware that she was only within the depths of the dream. Elvish magic was at work. The hands were no longer cold and clammy, but rather dark, and warm. The gruesome face became one of unusual beauty, strong, and yet, lacking the masculinity that is associated with the muscular arms that now held her. The hair was white as newfallen snow, and hung in great waves to the waist of the other female. Dark, onyx orbs penetrated through her mind, and as Ashina lifted her lids, she peered at the one who held her.
"Shilnayne, vel'bol ph' dos xunin ghil? Vel'klar tlun Usstan?"
The words were mumbled between cracked lips and the drow female just smiled. There was no need for a response at the moment. Ashina finally understood what was occurring. After a moments hesitation. she sat up, leaning heavily against the pillows. "Shilnayne, sila uns'aa natha parchment lu' ussta ink pot, qualla? Usstan z'klaen kus natha missive ulu NimRuin."
Normally, Shilnayne would have revolted from helping the other woman, but, their bond was so great that she obliged the other female, and, without hesitation went to the desk that held the requested items. Quickly she picked them up and then deposited them unceremoniously upon the bed, "Usstan orn sevir dos ulu dosst solitude whol l' klew'ar. Udos orn discuss ussta llanath vel'drav Usstan yutsu."
Ashina nodded to this and then bent her head over her work as Shilnayne departed, her movements graceful, and yet, odd on one such as she. Carefully, Ashina began to transcripe the letter that would be sent to NimRuin:
Dear Lord NimRuin:
I humbly request an audience with you as quickly as possible. I have performed certain rituals that I think you will be interested in and there is a gift involved. At your earliest convienence meet me here, in my room. As of yet, I am still to weak to venture forth, but nothing that a simple day of bedrest won't fix. I await your reply.
Warmest Regards,
Lady Ashina Kansior
High Priestess of Ulster/Advisor to Queen Kahlan
Pleased with what had been written, Ashina slowly rose from her bed, managing to make it to her desk. Once there, she lit the hunter green candle that she used for sealing all of her letters, and carefully dripped the wax over the opening on the envelope. That done, she sanded the sheet of parchment upon which she had written the letter, and then folded it and slid it into the envelope. Once more, she dripped the wax, and this time she took a signet ring that lay close by and stamped the seal into it, making sure that the Rowan was correctly placed.
She then turned, leaving the letter where it lay, and rang the bellpull. Moments later, a maid appeared and Ashina airily waved her hand in the direction of the envelope, "See that it's delivered to NimRuin." Nothing more need be said, and Ashina, her strength spent, collapsed back against the pillows, lids drifting shut, and slept the sleep of the dead.
"Ussta Jallil! Ussta Jallil! Guuan phor! Qualla, Ussta Jallil! Usstan hass'l dos nau jivviim! Pahntar dosst solen. F'sarn ghil ulu xxizz dos."
Slowly, Ashina became aware that she was only within the depths of the dream. Elvish magic was at work. The hands were no longer cold and clammy, but rather dark, and warm. The gruesome face became one of unusual beauty, strong, and yet, lacking the masculinity that is associated with the muscular arms that now held her. The hair was white as newfallen snow, and hung in great waves to the waist of the other female. Dark, onyx orbs penetrated through her mind, and as Ashina lifted her lids, she peered at the one who held her.
"Shilnayne, vel'bol ph' dos xunin ghil? Vel'klar tlun Usstan?"
The words were mumbled between cracked lips and the drow female just smiled. There was no need for a response at the moment. Ashina finally understood what was occurring. After a moments hesitation. she sat up, leaning heavily against the pillows. "Shilnayne, sila uns'aa natha parchment lu' ussta ink pot, qualla? Usstan z'klaen kus natha missive ulu NimRuin."
Normally, Shilnayne would have revolted from helping the other woman, but, their bond was so great that she obliged the other female, and, without hesitation went to the desk that held the requested items. Quickly she picked them up and then deposited them unceremoniously upon the bed, "Usstan orn sevir dos ulu dosst solitude whol l' klew'ar. Udos orn discuss ussta llanath vel'drav Usstan yutsu."
Ashina nodded to this and then bent her head over her work as Shilnayne departed, her movements graceful, and yet, odd on one such as she. Carefully, Ashina began to transcripe the letter that would be sent to NimRuin:
Dear Lord NimRuin:
I humbly request an audience with you as quickly as possible. I have performed certain rituals that I think you will be interested in and there is a gift involved. At your earliest convienence meet me here, in my room. As of yet, I am still to weak to venture forth, but nothing that a simple day of bedrest won't fix. I await your reply.
Warmest Regards,
Lady Ashina Kansior
High Priestess of Ulster/Advisor to Queen Kahlan
Pleased with what had been written, Ashina slowly rose from her bed, managing to make it to her desk. Once there, she lit the hunter green candle that she used for sealing all of her letters, and carefully dripped the wax over the opening on the envelope. That done, she sanded the sheet of parchment upon which she had written the letter, and then folded it and slid it into the envelope. Once more, she dripped the wax, and this time she took a signet ring that lay close by and stamped the seal into it, making sure that the Rowan was correctly placed.
She then turned, leaving the letter where it lay, and rang the bellpull. Moments later, a maid appeared and Ashina airily waved her hand in the direction of the envelope, "See that it's delivered to NimRuin." Nothing more need be said, and Ashina, her strength spent, collapsed back against the pillows, lids drifting shut, and slept the sleep of the dead.