Vierinor

Twelve found dead; House Severidan no more

[ A little nightmarish sequence to explain the disfigurement Saraphiel has on her back. Enjoy, darlings. ]

[ I had the urge to write a corresponding scene of Ythika and her mental wanderings during the Vinguld's wedding night. ( Read Vinguld's Blog Entry here! ). So you've been warned. This is also very out of sequence of the usual 55 Word entries, so I apologize for that. ]

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I shivered in the twilight as that black sky above me began to turn a shade of violet. The shifting light of the dawn stirred me from my reverie, and I looked around. Every color was golden and violet: the colors of House Severidan. The colors of the House in which the man I so dearly adored, yet feared, belonged.

It would not be long before my exhausted mind wandered back into the mists of memory, and I leaned back against Azuline's feathered body, closing my eyes in thought.