WALKING WITH A GHOST
08-11-2014, 10:07 PM
A call for death is one the Queen knows, maybe not intimately, but well enough. She knows it is strange enough that Isardis has escaped such a call for so long. Slender limbs carry the blade to his side, seeking him out like a moth to a flame. Oh, she does not doubt his superiority, but he has been bested once, even if only ever so slightly. And, as it happens, the beast who had bested him was the same who summoned for him now. ?Isardis,? she calls for him. She does not doubt his strength, not in his prime at least, but he is older now. He has been through many battles with her, and she cannot imagine a world without him in it. ?Come to me,? she requests as she searches for him. She wishes to speak to him before he leaves. Even if what she has to say will disgust him, she yearns to say it nonetheless. |