水曜日, 5月 11, 2005

Convo between Rhia and Arcane

Rhia stumbled back as the light and shadow poured from her. She didn't think she'd ever get used to that. She managed to catch herself on the damp wall of the dungeon before she could fall on her butt, something she'd been known to do at times like these. Slowly recovering her breath, which presently was haggard and painful, she lifted that crimson gaze to look towards those corporeal presences forming from the light and shadow. More specifically, she looked towards the shadow. He was the one who had pushed to get out. He was always the one who pushed.
"Arcane."
The dark eyes of the shadow - well, now he was a rather solid figure - lifted to register her existence. "Rhiannon."
The other figure, a stark contrast to Arcane, would move quickly towards Rhia. He was clothed in gray clothes, his hair and eyes a pale silver. The embodiment of her mother's magick. He reached out for her, supporting her so she wouldn't fall. "My lady, please, you musn't speak."
"I'm quite alright. You needn't worry, White." And yet, she let him hold her. Maybe it was more the comfort she got from his touch rather than the actual support he was giving her.
Arcane would narrow his eyes as he watched the two of them, then scowled and turned away to look around the small, filthy dungeon. "Quite the mess you've gotten yourself into this time. When do you think they'll start? Dawn? Typical humans."
"Forget it, Arcane. Just find a way to get us out of here. That -is- why I let you out, isn't it?"
"Yes, yes, of course, my lady." He said the last part with malice, turning that piercing gaze back towards her. It made her shiver, those black eyes of his. And that made him smile, which only turned her stomach all over again. "I'll get us out, don't worry about that." He turned away, and made his way around the small dungeon, looking for something, anything to help them get out. Channelling his energy - all of which was pure black magick, the magick of a Drow king - into something was their only real chance of getting free.