Reverend, Reverend, Please Come Quick

She let his words hang in the air for a moment, his fury acting like a wildfire sputtering in the face of a steady wind. He was an impatient boy, and that could either serve him well or end his life early… she inwardly scoffed at the idea. Only the God’s knew the answer to that. “You’re right,” she said, her tone quieter now, still carrying an edge. This was the part she warned Aurelia of, of the resistance she would face. It was something she had been willing to overcome of course, but she needed to change her approach a bit. “I don’t know everything about your mother. But I know enough.” Her piercing blue eyes locked onto his, unwavering, unwilling to set him free from her resolved gaze. “I know her desires.” She gestured at him, at the anger and uncertainty radiating from his frame.

The chains all along her sleek framework jingled softly as she shifted, posture relaxing just enough to seem less predatory. More… open. “Do you think she endured so much for you to squander what she gave you? To throw away the birthright you know nothing of?” She tilted her head, her gaze cutting into him. Willing him to heed her words as she subtly began to circle him, her shoulder with the branded away clan marking on full display for him to see. “Your mother speaks to me, of you, of your brother and sister. She tells me what you are capable of, of what I can provide you with. That’s why I’m here, Xairo. To assist you.” The young woman’s voice softened, but it didn’t lose its edge. Instead it was conspiratorial, her eyes glancing around them to see if there were any who dared to interrupt them. Annwyn leaned in, her voice dropping to a whisper in the shell of his ear. “Perhaps you are not ready. I wonder if she is right to have such faith in you even in death.” Pulling back, she straightened, her expression cool but no longer mocking. It was almost serene, like she was made of stone. “The choice is yours, Xairo. Listen and decide for yourself, or challenge me and lose the other half of your birthright you were robbed of.”


"Annwyn Myfïol"